reap whats sown

"You'd be surprised," Henri stated. He realized now that he was properly observing the scene that this slave –– he assumed from collar around the other's neck –– was not quite as close to his belongings as he believed from his peripheral view. He quickly finished up his phone call and hung up, promising to reach out to the person on the other side once he was settled into his suite. He now approached Warner with one hand in his pocket and the other lifted his bag. He noted that the other man stood a couple inches taller than himself. "Most slaves like yourself wouldn't be so stupid to attempt something like that here in the open. Others aren't quite so bright."

Sleeping came easy to Miles in the undercoft mostly because his energy level was down with his power cut off and his time outside limited. Dark wasn't his thing not without the balance of sunlight. He was the type to get seasonal depression. The undercroft was just depression. He slept a lot when he wasn't either getting in trouble or being rented meaning his sleep schedule was just a fucking mess. Most slaves were asleep and he was aware he should be, but his body wasn't sure what it should be doing other than not being locked in a basement.

Though he wasn't expecting to hear someone else yet there stood a face he didn't know. Not quite, he figured in time he'd know every face that came down there with them. "Unforunately it is choosing to remain silent." He said, shrugging, wherever the book came from it was not going to give up how it got down here. Or how to get back out, unforunately for them, getting out was at the whim of whoever came down to look at them. "I suspect if your plan is to leave you will end up failing. Unless someone takes you out, then maybe, but unlikely." He wasn't one to judge, in the small amount of time he'd been here he had seen a variety of emotions. While keeping his own as hidden as he's always kept them, emotions only ever got in the way when he did his job. Now seemed prudent to keep them away until things decided to shift in his favor. "Might keep you entertained if you find sleep difficult."

Henri just rolled through the doors of the castle when his phone rang. He smiled ruefully as he pulled his iPhone out of his pocket and checked the caller. Seemed even his vacation wouldn't stop work from interfering. Course he expected that. He dropped his bags on the ground out of the way of traffic and stepped away from it to take the call in a quieter corner. These halls still echoed and the ahool's hearing easily picked up footsteps before he turned back to his luggage.

The way the reaper moved was incredibly silent in comparison to his own size. He'd learned long ago how to move without notice and it seemed to have transfered even with his powers locked away. He was on his way back to the undercroft avoiding the bodies that seemed to buzz around the castle. Either the staff or other masters that moved through the main hub, moving out of their way was something solely his responsibility.