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35th of Vhalar 719Escalation.
It was a one way conversation that chilled Abbot to the bone. Sybil looked aside, as Wald got into a fight with the specter of his imagination. Their gaze went soft, as they glanced to their bodyguard. For a split moment, the two shared a glance. Abbot wanted to leave. Sybil wanted to stay. The moment was as though they were two wild dogs fighting over dominance when it came to the situation. Sybil remained unphased as Wald went through his ordeal, almost putting it to Abbot that he himself was overreacting, if he responded harshly to this. And in a submissive gesture, the large man clicked his tongue and looked away.
"Mm... Well, you can tell Rasul that I tret Zemos very well." They say easily enough, eyes turning to the mound of meat. For now, they'll play into it. If Wald starts freaking out, then they'll learn nothing, "He started off as skin and bones, and now lives a happy life, doing honest work. I even let him spend money as he pleases, so long as it's his own."
Wald was a runaway slave, then. A sigh crossed their lips, as they furrowed their brow. They remembered when they were in a similar situation, though they were left for dead rather than actually taken, branded, and sold. And this... Rasul, child. It was probably someone he met along the way, with how he spoke so clearly of them. Sybil's brows relaxed, as they slowly wrapped their arms around Wald's shoulder, giving him a hug, as they take a slow breath, "... We'll get you fed, then we'll get the mark off of you."
The smell of Carrion was making Sybil's eyes water.
