[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/BlessedWraith%20Weaver%20-%20Copy_zps7aq7ebmi.jpg[/img] BlessedWrath (Weaver)[/h1]
[h2]Samantha Cole[/h2]
He flashed a smile and snuffed his pipe. As he spoke, he worked to replace the ashes with fresh tobacco from a small, ornate box from within his breast pocket. From the available sounds, it became apparent that this little trinket was not something one could pick up from the corner market.

"Responding to my question with another question," he said, stuffing the tobacco into the pipe. "To buy time to think of a lie. I like it."

The familiar sounds and smells of another lit pipe permeated their private meeting place once again. He considered using Sam as a method for prying more information out of Christian, but decided that honesty was the best policy. After all, he had to have something to lose in negotiation, if it came to that.

"She's here." He said quietly, after a short puff. "Not much for conversation yet, but then she is unconscious. I'm afraid Mr. Walker was a bit overzealous in acquiring you two. She'll wake up soon enough, though."

There were more footsteps. From the space between footfalls, and their volume, it could be surmised that these belonged to the same man. It was difficult to say for certain, due to the echo, but it sounded like he had come around to the back side of their chairs. The footsteps changed as they hit the plastic sheeting, and a new sound began as they stopped; the sound of long hair through fingers.

"She's a pretty one," he continued in that same deadly-serious tone. "And if I get what I want, she'll stay that way. Hell, I'll even promise not to come after you. My word as a businessman."

"So, I ask you again: What do you know?"