09-27-2013, 09:56 PM
The looks Maximillion saw the two exchanging, before they even spoke, told him that such a place did likely exist. Whether their expressions were due to them thinking the ebony man was walking to certain death - or worse - or because of some secret the two shared between themselves. Eyeing them closely, he saw Bradley smile, which could mean any number of things, as the man was as shrewd as he was selective with what he expressed openly. That Thrall sighed might mean that he was disappointed that this was one less Prime interested in coming back with him, or perhaps it meant any other number of things.
There was just too little to go by, with what little they expressed between them, and their telling him where the Gate was, rather than offering to guide him there, told him that they likely had no interest in exposing themselves to whatever might lie beyond the Gate to these Pale Moors, and that Maximillion was likely on his own should he wish to venture there.
"My thanks, gentlemen." Maximillion said finally. Drawing his black cloak around himself, cowl still down and black hat still adorning his head, he would turn, cloak billowing as he turned in one pivot, and he began the trek towards the area indicated by the Orc.
Before he had went even three yards, he stopped, then turned his head just barely to where he could regard the two out of the corner of his unnatural eyes.
"When I next see you, I hope I will see more of these Verses you speak of, the ones you reside within, so that I may look into the amazing traits your realms possess. I hope I will be able to look you up personally...I only wish I could be in three places at once, so that I could see all the sights in one fell swoop..."
With that, he tipped his hat with respect to the two leaders, then began the slow trek towards the Gate that led to these Pale Moors indicated earlier in their conversation.
There was just too little to go by, with what little they expressed between them, and their telling him where the Gate was, rather than offering to guide him there, told him that they likely had no interest in exposing themselves to whatever might lie beyond the Gate to these Pale Moors, and that Maximillion was likely on his own should he wish to venture there.
"My thanks, gentlemen." Maximillion said finally. Drawing his black cloak around himself, cowl still down and black hat still adorning his head, he would turn, cloak billowing as he turned in one pivot, and he began the trek towards the area indicated by the Orc.
Before he had went even three yards, he stopped, then turned his head just barely to where he could regard the two out of the corner of his unnatural eyes.
"When I next see you, I hope I will see more of these Verses you speak of, the ones you reside within, so that I may look into the amazing traits your realms possess. I hope I will be able to look you up personally...I only wish I could be in three places at once, so that I could see all the sights in one fell swoop..."
With that, he tipped his hat with respect to the two leaders, then began the slow trek towards the Gate that led to these Pale Moors indicated earlier in their conversation.