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[b]"This is Forthey, apprentice of the Viper."[/b]

[i][color=fff200]'An apprentice?'[/color][/i] Morgan was slightly taken aback by this, allowing silence to fill a pause in the conversation. The beast was hungry, but this was not boy was not to be breakfast. [i][color=fff200]'He'll be missed. Too connected, too inconspicuous, too...'[/color][/i] Morgan's mask looked down at the boy looking up at him, [color=fff200][i]'Too full of potential.'[/i][/color] A thoughtful frown pulled across the sniffer's face. [color=fff200][i]'An apprentice...'[/i][/color]

[color=fff200][i]'...Of "The Viper."[/i][/color] Whoever the blazes that was.

Whoever it was, it sounded official, authoritative, and most of all dangerous. Morgan gave off a small groan as he did a quick squat before gracefully leaping from his perch, hitting the stonework below lightly, the practiced motion giving off little more than a quiet click against the street. This boy, even if he was someone's boy, was already asking too many questions. "Forthey" was being inquisitive, investigative, [i]annoyingly[/i] nosy. Even if he was a boy, all it would take is to ask the right question. With a trained twirl, the masked man's staff spun once before planting its butt onto the stone with a sharp [i]tack![/i], [color=fff200]"Then no, Forthey, errand boy of 'The Viper,' I do not know anything on the supposed happenings of Zerul, whateverintheplanesthatis."[/color] Morgan's voice would drop to an eventual mumble, his voice's tone stiff and chilly as he made to move past the boy and away from the rising rays of the sun...

[b]If[/b] Jordan made no attempt to stop the vagrant from brushing past his leather suited form, he would see Morgan make his way down the quiet street, and into a new, narrow passage between two large buildings, away from the warm rays of light that grew with each passing moment...

[b]If[/b] Jordan made to grab a hold of the mysterious beggar before him, either physically or even verbally, Morgan would whirl about, snarling in almost a completely different, an animal-like growl replacing the collected, cold voice that the boy had only heard moments ago. [color=fff200][b]"I don't [i]know[/i] anything, [i]boy[/i]!"[/b][/color] A tight hand that grasped at the loose cloth around Jordan's neck (assuming his cloak) would immediately loosen, the gloved hand retracting into its owner's own cloak as Morgan pulled away, desperating collecting himself continuing down the alley more swiftly, [color=fff200]"[i]Hack![/i] I-I know nothing, as I said..." [/color]

[color=fff200][i]'It isn't worth it, it isn't worth it...'[/i][/color]