❝I know that, once again, that doesn't answer my question. What do you want from me❓️❞
Another huff, sliding his boots on. Going to hunt❓️ no, just going out to do some other labor around the stable.
"Nay, I pray thee, nay. I speak not of common hunters herein, but of those grim quarrymen who wield the accursed lash. I shall render thee truth, for that matter was not purposed—" He ceased before Vail would know what truly happened to him long ago.