WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
”If I have it’s because you have let me,” Neron countered, enjoying it too much not to try and keep the banter going, to see which of them could get the last word. ”You are Warden, after all.” ‘Old married couple’ indeed. If he played his cards right, Morgan would probably end up throwing a book at him or something. And he’d deserve it, which made it both worse and infinitely better.
He let out a rich and honest laugh at the agreement, a hand reaching for his breast at the news regarding his twin. ”Are you saying that Loren and I may actually have traits in common?” He gasped, feigning astonishment. ”Don’t you tell him that, Warden. He may just come and slap me out of blame.”
Propping an elbow on the arm of the chair, he let himself relax further, though there was less of a note of open defiance in his posture now; it was mere conversation, to any looking on. ”I would likely have done what any other Outlander did upon arriving here. Try to find my place, try to learn about where I was, see if I could find my family. I was a lawyer, in Northaven. I dare say I would try to build a practice here, to represent criminals prior to exile.”
He let out a rich and honest laugh at the agreement, a hand reaching for his breast at the news regarding his twin. ”Are you saying that Loren and I may actually have traits in common?” He gasped, feigning astonishment. ”Don’t you tell him that, Warden. He may just come and slap me out of blame.”
Propping an elbow on the arm of the chair, he let himself relax further, though there was less of a note of open defiance in his posture now; it was mere conversation, to any looking on. ”I would likely have done what any other Outlander did upon arriving here. Try to find my place, try to learn about where I was, see if I could find my family. I was a lawyer, in Northaven. I dare say I would try to build a practice here, to represent criminals prior to exile.”
