OOC: nonsense, it was perfectly good!



A magnificent king. She didn't know the half of it, that was clear to tell. No one who crossed his path had yet to recognize the heights of his ambitions, though perhaps that was all for the better. Thus far, no one had attempted to step in his way; a decision that would be swiftly regretted by the opposing party. Gent was a force that could not be stopped, no matter what was thought by others of his thirst for power and his methods in getting what he wanted. In the end, he open all of their eyes; in time, he would prove Hecate's observation correct, whether she meant it to hold veracity or not.



As for the other half of their conversation, there was no hope for her lack of information to deflate, as Gent was very much used to hearing the same answer in so many different words. Naira had strove to keep Hollow Heart Keep a well-kept secret, and thus he should only expect that any rogue wolves would not know of their existence. Still, the chance was there, that they had heard something from someone else, and so he would forever be asking until he at last got his answer. The pack had been too big a part of his life for him to not desire an explanation for their vanishing.



"I was," he responded in a barely audible murmur, pausing for a brief moment to reflect on how eager he had been to view Mapplethorpe as a villain, how ambitious he had been in wanting to uproot the aged alpha. What-ifs, however, did not enter his mind. No matter what had happened to remove the pack, Hollow Heart Keep was dead, and thus had been rendered useless to Gent, each and every possibility having withered away.



The gravity of topic choices was becoming stale, and thus the man directed the conversation onto a more light-hearted tune, resorting to small talk. They carried on like that for a short while, before parting ways. Despite their disagreements, something within Gent told him that the woman would be worth checking up on later down the road...