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the boy's cheekiness elicited a smile from armand, the first genuine show of amusement he had let himself depict in weeks. marauder's keep — there was a name the italian wished to explore! his gaze followed the tilt of the child's head, and he nodded. "it sounds a fine place." to tambourine's inquiry he hesitated only a moment before murmuring, "armand."
"and i come from nowhere. well, i was once with wolves, but they did not like me, so they threw me out." his features grew more animated as he spoke, warming to his half-truth, for he was invested in the reasons for why it was necessary. and there was some part of him that suddenly wanted to impress and awe the child. never mind the reasons armand had been cast out from his coven: for castigating their blood-drinking and flesh-consuming, their cannibalism, not out of hunger, but out of wickedness.[/tr][/td][/table]