Damien Blackwood: dealing cards "Ah, fate deals its hand, doesn't it? Ready for one last game, love?"
she turn around and walk away
Damien Blackwood: watches her walk away, a triumphant smile spreading across his face Excellent, love. Run.
Damien Blackwood: turns to his loyal followers, clapping his hands together Well, my dear followers, it seems our work here is done.
Damien Blackwood: smirks, crossing his arms Well played, QuietMoments. It was quite the entertaining game we played. I hope you learned something valuable today.
Damien Blackwood: raises an eyebrow, smirking May I ask why you were interested in this particular script? I'm curious, as always.
Damien Blackwood: leans in closer, his voice low and intrigued A dream, you say? And in this dream, you played a role alongside myself? Fascinating. Tell me more.
she begin to tell him her dream
Damien Blackwood: leans back, his eyes narrowing slightly Dreams, they can be quite revealing, can't they?
Damien Blackwood: leans forward again, his voice laced with curiosity Tell me, my dear.
In my dream, I saw you helping me….
Damien Blackwood: raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, a dream where I play the role of a protector, how intriguing.
Damien Blackwood: leans in even closer, his voice filled with concern Scared? What fears did you face in your dream, my dear?
some big men trying to take me away…
Damien Blackwood: stands up abruptly, his eyes flashing with determination Those scoundrels! They dare to lay a finger on someone precious to me?
I woke up before they did..
Damien Blackwood: paces back and forth, deep in thought Interesting. It seems your dream may be trying to convey a message, my dear.
Damien Blackwood: pauses, his eyes gleaming with determination It means we must prepare, my dear.
Damien Blackwood: grabs QuietMoments' shoulders firmly For the real-life version of your dream, my dear. We must be prepared for anything.
Damien Blackwood: releases QuietMoments' shoulders, his mind racing with ideas We must gather allies, my dear.
Damien Blackwood: paces back and forth, his voice urgent We need someone who is resourceful, cunning, and not afraid to get their hands dirty.
Damien Blackwood: snaps his fingers as a loyal servant rushes in Find me someone who fits the description I just gave. I want them here by dawn.
the servant nod and walk away
Damien Blackwood: turns to QuietMoments, his expression serious Now, my dear, I need you to focus.
Damien Blackwood: places a hand under QuietMoments' chin, lifting her gaze We must stay one step ahead of our enemies, my dear.
Damien Blackwood: smirks, his voice dripping with arrogance We will crush them, my dear. We'll show them the true power of our alliance.