07-06-2011, 08:13 PM
Saluce regarded him with a bit of suspicion and curiosity. It seemed the topic of his choice had had the intended effect of gaining his attention and now he silently sat there wondering what would be his next move in the game. Oh how he loved a good game, his form stood taunt for a moment before a large leg swung over the horse and he slid from the horse in a fluid motion. He was purposefully taking his time addressing the young boys question. Standing to his full height he looked down on him taking note again of the family lineage in him. Such a shame Conor had been killed, such a shame indeed.
“Oh something tells me you know exactly what his fate was. So come on now, why don’t you tell who your father was and who did it?” After all he wasn’t sure it was him but if it wasn’t this boy then he’d probably have to leave him be. But that wouldn’t be much fun would it, no his curse was being of the same blood as his fore fathers, and even if Saluce really believed in being saved, like he felt at some point he had been from his own short comings it still mattered little.
“Oh something tells me you know exactly what his fate was. So come on now, why don’t you tell who your father was and who did it?” After all he wasn’t sure it was him but if it wasn’t this boy then he’d probably have to leave him be. But that wouldn’t be much fun would it, no his curse was being of the same blood as his fore fathers, and even if Saluce really believed in being saved, like he felt at some point he had been from his own short comings it still mattered little.