<strong>"I have fared well my lady. I find myself in a slightly unusual position of being somewhat of a desireable. I do believe that for one period a paper for the upper classes considered me the "must have attraction" for any self-respecting dinner party. It was most unsatisfying that for all the horror and fear my performaces once garned I have been reduced to card tricks and illusions that any common pedlar could perfom, and having praise lathered on me for such. It is what makes this reunion so meaningful, that I can at last return to my true roots."</strong><br/><br/>His eyes ran over her as she approached, noting the careful movements, the quick lean into his arm to avoid one of the patrons, the hint of iron in her voice... a strength within that belied her appearence. He was not entirely happy when her smile seemed to light up the room... his eyes widened and it seemed to darken again. No, a light room would never do. You couldn't be mysterious in clear light, even if it was just the light perceived from a smile. No, David de Sabre would have darkness thank you very much, even if it meant no-one could smile. Inside his mind he crossed his arms and pouted, although the Lord of Blackest Night would never be caught doing such a thing.<br/><br/><strong>"But I cannot lie, despite those disappointments the fates have treated me well. I have many material rewards and have improved my skills in the black arts despite this towns dislike of them. No, while I will not be sad to once more put my fate in the hands of the gods and leave this city, I have not had an unpleasent time here. How about you yourself my lady? How has this time on land fared for you?"</strong><br/><br/>He turned as Bob spoke. Yes, prison seemed the perfect place for Bob... a female prison at that. Not that he thought he was a danger or any such other stupid reason. No, Bob doubtless threw himself into that womans prison, and probably locked himself up very tightly while he was there...