"Okay so you mean that instance you just found yourself in your room"
"Exactly"
"Like someone took you there?"
"Exactly"
"And you expect me? Us to believe that"
"Exactly"
"I believe Master" Braschiold raised his hand. Sigrid gnarled at him, he quickly shrinks back at the glance of the angel of death.
Jon smiled, "I want to believe he has his reasons for keeping it"
"I've had enough of that Jon, he's good with almost everything but hides too much, at first I thought he was just a dummy that was blessed with luck but as it continued to go on and on you started to look less like a dummy and more like a pretender"
Jon tried to stop her, "Sigrid that is to -"
Rein raised his hand signalling that Jon should not interfere, Jon immediately shut up.
'What is that is it the same Reinard I know. His expression I can't even predict it anymore'
"If I tell will you will you believe?"
