Evermore

He wasn't sure where to start, he was given a rundown of the layout to the castle. The training had been very thorough, intense, and he came out of it with a bit more knowledge of it all. Still, on his own, the place felt forboding and oppressive which made clear sense as to why. Still, he had a job to do as well as his mission that meant he needed to get comfortable here and quickly. He had just visited the office where they were to go to clock in, he had just gotten his keys when he turned. Not paying attention to where he was stepping he nearly collided with another body. He was quick enough to step to the side which avoided any major hit. "My apologies, I didn't see you there." He said quickly, taking a step back as to create space between them. "Are you alright?"

Eirik had also stepped to the side when the other turned, arm out in case he needed steadying. Dropping his hand, he gave the other a small grin. "Alls well. I have a light step, I should work on making myself better known." He murmured as he stepped a little closer. There was something so familiar about this soul in front of him. Then, on occasion, deja vu wasn't uncommon. "Quite. I was looking for a rather large hellhound with a problem being.... vulgar. Russian. Big brute. Seen him around?"

Eirik blinked. It wasn't often someone radiated pureness with such vivid appearance that it took him off guard in this place, but this man had it. "Hello." He greeted in return. "I was looking for one of the guards." He explained, holding up a book. "Sometimes I have to find my clients when they no longer desire to know what I found." He offered. "... you're quite a warm presence. My name's Eirik. And yours?"

Desmond struggled with sitting still ever since he'd arrived in the castle. It'd only been a day but he quickly caught onto the routine: stay in the Undercroft unless rented out or, in his case now, allowed outside for the oh-so generous hour slaves were allowed. He didn't intend on sticking around this place long, even though logically knew escaping Krovs Castle was near fucking impossible. Still, he'd been in some tough situations before and this collar around his neck didn't negate any of his skills or abilities. It'd take more than a day to figure out a solid escape plan though...

Eirik knows how close he came to being in this slaves exact same position. But Eirik had value outside of the undercroft. He didn't enjoy that it was a fact, it merely just was. "Sadly I don't think you can help me, or yourself." The funny thing about his attunement to his gifts was that reading people was painfully easy. There was never any shock or depth to a person.