Some people spoke of names without a hint of reverence, simply dismissive of things. And while that may have spoken of arrogance, ignorance or simply sheer stupidity—it might have also been a certain assuredness in one's self.
Rosalyn Lockhart had been raised and taught, and the King of Spades was right… it was a thing out of myths and legends. But here was the thing, while she may have not experienced or seen it for herself, a sighting of the creature had been seen.
"That monster landed on this very Castle, didn't it?" Alfred Villeuce rubbed his chin and glanced around. "It's almost impossible to imagine actually—but then, there must have been a lot of repairs."
Neither one of them could have spoken for it.
