Hushed Willows Femme fatale

The dark man began chuckling, a soft, manly purring sound. Thou are indeed mistaken. I am a caregiver, so I have to know about poisons. Hench why I asked thou where I could find them, so I can warn the others. Trust me, I have no ill intentions. He said, changing his honey voice to one of superiority, one of a man who knows what he was talking about. No stuttering, no facial expressions that indicated that he was lying. He had always been a talented liar.

Perhaps, though my teacher was one of the wisest men I have ever encountered. His knowledge even went beyond mine, therefore I trust his words. I advise you to do that as well. He said in a caring voice with no mocking intention. He actually just wanted Nova to feel a little more relaxed around this plant. His gaze went to the older woman that was as calm as the night sky. Perhaps she had realized that her assumptions had been wrong about him- and his kind of humor and entertainment. He smiled at her, before returning to listen to whatever Kunkun still had to say.