In the east forest of Adiart.
“Your family… Are you close with them? I’m not that close to my family. Not anymore.”
She chuckles slightly.
“So many wonderful things you have here. You know, my favorite song that my father once had played before is London… Bridge is falling down I think. Would you happen to have any music boxes with that song here?”
“And your purpose is to, what, kidnap people and bring them to your home? Doesn’t seem very noble at all.”
She almost drops the book as she’s overcome by an overwhelming amount of shock.
“Twenty three hours?! Our legs will turn into water by then!”
“Oh, I don’t think soooo” He shrugs with an equally explosive vigor.
He slaps himself violently.
“I got just the thing!” He points in the air, signalling a complete change in perspective. He’s realized the truth of what you were looking for, and remembers that in the cellar he has at least twelve copies of it.
“I bring them here so that they may appreciate, becoming something greater than themselves.”
Marian tries not to scream in anguish.
“Isn’t there some form of transportation we can use to make the trip go by faster?!”
“OF COURSE I DO!” saying the line with a manic vigor.
He’s either extremely excited or he wants someone’s head chopped off. You hope it’s the former.
(oh boy this guy sounds like an assassin but probably isn’t one)
“Heh, you sound like a cult. Wait, you’re not the cult… right?”