Despite being reduced to such a state after being imprisoned for nearly a decade, Morgan's eyes still carried that twinkle of charisma.
He curiously looked at his visor. One, a tall and broad-shouldered, with a muscular physique. The other, shorter and lankier. An odd pair, to say the least.
Though the shorter man did look familiar.
"Do I know you, young man?" he asked Adam.
"Magus Morgan." Adam stepped forward. "My name is Adam Constantine. We met at the Rabbit Hole many years ago."
"I do meet a lot of people." Morgan smirked. "And I do spend a lot of time at Hannibal's whenever I'm in Myrrandor. You do look familiar, though. Forgive me if I do not recognize you."
Luca stepped away. He leaned by the door, arms crossed. He had no intention of speaking to the prisoner. He just wanted to observe. Though he wouldn't be lying if he claimed he felt cheated and used by Adam to gain entry into Fortune's End.
