Following the statement of my condition, Marius smiled wickedly back at me, saying "I see the miraculous deals of mutual benefit are not without end today. But tell me lord Alexander, how did you come to know about us and the northern crown prince?" His question was asked without a hint of agitation, almost as if he didn't mind the fact that I knew, but was merely interested in the manner in which I came across this information so quickly, since they only transpired earlier today.
"Do we have an agreement or not?" Yet I didn't answer, but merely instead asked in return with a placidly demanding tone, one that intentionally hinted at clear resentful irritation mixed with reluctant acceptance.
A resonance that echoed out with a particularly sour tone, despite the seeming neutrality of my expression and even my eyes, that were usually eery pools of discomfort inducing miasma, or awash with clashing floods of frenzied madness.
