10-12-2016, 10:58 PM
Damien had spent enough time walking around the antique luxury wing for the time being. Quaint, but it had it's charms, and it was certainly expensive. Maybe the old fellow had a soft spot for the nostalgic past. Not that it would do him any good. The past could never be brought back, no matter how many men and women tried to hold onto it. It was best to embrace change. Make use of it.
He was surprised when some kind of doorbell rang. Strange antiques indeed. Shrugging, he moved to the front door and opened it.
Looking the man up and down, Damien smiled. "Our generous benefactor! My name is Damien Oakland, although I would prefer you to keep that to yourself. What can do for you, Manix Mac Lir?"
He was pretty sure that was the fellow's name. Unless Elias had fed him false information. He wouldn't put it past the gloomy boy.
Edited by Damien, Oct 12 2016, 10:58 PM.
He was surprised when some kind of doorbell rang. Strange antiques indeed. Shrugging, he moved to the front door and opened it.
Looking the man up and down, Damien smiled. "Our generous benefactor! My name is Damien Oakland, although I would prefer you to keep that to yourself. What can do for you, Manix Mac Lir?"
He was pretty sure that was the fellow's name. Unless Elias had fed him false information. He wouldn't put it past the gloomy boy.
Edited by Damien, Oct 12 2016, 10:58 PM.