Caine DeMarco
Caine was proud at the fact that he was annoying Demitrius, or, so it seemed. With a wide grin, he declined. βAnd what makes you think I am going to travel that farβ¦ Especially when itβs out of my way?β
Caine grew a little annoyed by the fact that he had to travel quite a bit before actually gifting the letter. Caine remembered the promise he made, to never be walked over, or be anyoneβs servant. So with that, he shook his head again.
βWhy arenβt you capable of delivering the letter yourself?β Caine asked calmly. He fiddled with his fingers, and also glimpsed down at the money a few times, hesitant to refuse the deal. He was visibly torn on what to do. It went against his morals, but Caine has a passion for money.
ββ¦Oh, andβ¦ Please give me a good reason as to why I should be your messenger.β He stated, hoping heβd get an answer that would be able to convince him.
@LemonLeader - Demitrius Preston
Harper Merriweather
Harper glared back at Lucinda. βWell then, I assume you arenβt joining me.β With a roll of her eyes, she proceeded through the door and slammed it shut. She continued down a hallway, admiring the views and the beautifully decorated academy.
βPerhaps this place has some sort of libraryβ¦ or even maybe a study.β Harper muttered to herself. She strolled throughout the academy, searching for a library until she finally came across one. She reached for the door handle and head inside. When she walked inside, she was shocked at how the decor of the room fit her taste. With a warm, yet rare smile, she peered at each and every shelf.
Maybe I can find some history about this placeβ¦ She thought to herself as she continued searching. She ripped books off of their shelves, determined to find information about the academyβs past, and why it was since updated/renovated due to The Great War. She let out a frustrating sigh due to her having no luck after looking at a few aisles. She smoothed out the covers of the books and stuffed them back into their appropriate shelves.
ββ¦Come onβ¦β She muttered, in a worse mood than she was originally in. βThereβs always gotta be some secrets about an old place.β She continued searching the library, refusing to give up. Maybe Iβm just overthinking thingsβ¦ I do tend to let things get the best of meβ¦ She thought solemnly.
HARPER IS APPROACHABLE