Shadewood At your beckon call

He nodded, committing her words to his memory. It was easy to make promises, to give someone an entirely different world through words, alone. But how easily she had threw herself up to him, near kneeling to please, it worried him that should anyone offer her better, she would run to them with open arms. Loyalty was meaningless in the word-world, he knew bitterly. The Phantom wasn’t one to gamble. But should she do so, to leave him over some other’s promises, she would be labeled a Traditore, and either kept far enough away where she could not be a threat to their hold, or executed so that yet another gamble would be ended.
Her loyalty currently, was what kept her safe under his watch.

At her next flurry of words, her plan brought an almost charming smile to edge over the sides of inked lips. Morgan would be terrible in a surprise. The man has told him he was awful with ambushes, and would much rather be faaaar away from the scene. Then he concluded, ironically enough, that that was the whole aspect of the ambush. Cry had near snorted hard enough to give himself a nosebleed at the southwestern man. He wasn’t too smart, but he was a wholesome giant. “Of course, see to it as you will. I’m sure you have much more versatility in combat than he- he seems almost limited in ways that I haven’t had a chance to deduct just yet.”