[b]”So, assassin, what’s this all about?”[/b]

[i]’They are acquainted?’[/i] Morgan thought, red eyes looking from the red hood, to the annoyed penin, and then back to the sellsword, his gloved hands tightening around his weapon. On one hand, this could new discovery could be good. [i]’One one hand, the mercenary — excuse me, assassin, hasn’t attacked me directly, for the moment. But on the other hand, if he were to now…’[/i] The vampire’s stance also tightened at the thought. It was clear that “Ixie” was injured in some way, but the penin was fresh - battle had not worn on him just yet. [i]’And between his magics and the assassin’s abilities… I may be in trouble.’[/i] The sniffer considered fleeing the scene, but the hoarse voice’s words caused the vampire to stay, relieving some tense feelings in the process. 

[i]’Why is he hiding my involvement from the beginning of the battle?’[/i] Another look between the two men before him. [i]’Is trust nonexistent between these two?[/i] Slowly and deliberately, Morgan would lower his stance by the time Ixion finished speaking. If he was willing to speak a half truth to protect him…

“It’s unwise to call someone a friend before know them.” Morgan commented as staff planted on the ground. “…Friend.” It wasn’t normally in his character to partner with strangers, but then again, he didn’t have much a choice. He had seen too much to just simply let go - to face such skilled opponents, especially if The Fixer were to return (which he would more than likely would in the foreseeable future) and to stay as an opponent would also be unwise. [i]’First opportunity He gives me…’[/i]