Snippet #2074872

Alain was quiet as he followed the girl down into the catacombs. This girl...if it were not for his own small amount of morals (they did exist) on certain subjects, she could have been in for a very, very traumatic lesson, "You are lucky, child, that I do possess some sort of morality. This would be a very bad place to be caught with a more desperate type of man." He said simply as she pushed past him to go back up the stairs. He could see the tension and frustration in the simplest of facial movements or muscle ticks, but he was mildly surprised (if not a little impressed) when she came back in the dead guard's clothing. It wasn't exactly every day you met someone so willing to wear a dead man's clothes out of irritation. As she spoke of hating this place, he stayed silent, seemingly disregarding her comment completely. He was not surprised she disliked this castle, or no doubt her role in its fairings. He was never one for politics or politicians, they simply annoyed him. He didn't really care to say her name aloud, though the game of calling her 'majesty' would very quickly become dull, and anger on her part would only cause disobedience and impudence later, something he did not want to deal with in case of a fight. So he said nothing in response, except, "Probably should have taken the pants and boots as well. Uneven ground and unguarded feet could lead to a twist of the ankle, and I will charge if I have to carry you out of here."