Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180109035748/@comment-34052734-20180327025155

Orville smirked, bending down to James's level. He stared at him, forcing the knight to gaze into his fixed eyes. He whispered quietly, knowing that the door was already thick enough to drown out some sound. "Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you. Get up and get into that closet."

James obeyed without an argument, silently stepping towards the closeted area, walking inside. He faced the open room, watching Orville's every move.

The servant marvelled at the sword with a fire in his pupils, placing it on the mattress before continuing to pack his things. He dabbed the back of his neck with a handkerchief, no blood visible from the first encounter. Orville proceeded to lock his case of belongings, glaring back at the now timid knight. He grinned fakely.

Sir Wilkinson grumbled in disgust, now taking a stand.

"Sit down and shut up! Better yet, face the bloody wall!" Even though the servant was whispering, to James, it was as if he were being screamed at.

James did as he was told.

Orville sneered, putting his coat on, one arm, than the other, gripping his case in hand. He approached the closet, closing it, before pushing the nightstand under the knob. Releasing a breath, the man calmly clasped the handles of both swords, forcing them in a single casing. One step towards the window. He peered outside with a stoic expression, swiveling away from it and towards the door, case in one hand and swords in case in another. He opened the door, easily closing it behind him.

"I found these," he said to Irene, holding the weapons in front of them. "They might help us protect ourselves as we embark on this journey." His voice was clear, open, relaxed. "We can catch the evening train if we hurry."