I see the Black family has sent their most enchanting representative. I trust you know who I am?
smirks Good. Let's get straight to business then. There's something... valuable that I require from your family's vault. Something that belongs to me.
leans in closer, his voice dripping with condescension Ah, my dear, there's no need for you to pretend ignorance. We both know what I'm talking about.
are you talking about the tears of the Nemean Lion?
narrows his eyes Impressive. You do have some knowledge after all. Yes, the Tears of the Nemean Lion.
if it is that then you will have to give something of the same value
smirks Oh, how amusing. Do you really think you have something of equal value to offer?
yea the beginning of life
leans back, chuckling softly Ah, my dear, you truly have no idea what you're dealing with. The beginning of life...how quaint. But I assure you, the Tears of the Nemean Lion hold far greater significance than any mere concept. They are a symbol of power, a testament to the strength of the Malfoy bloodline. You cannot possibly comprehend their value.
I may not understand but sirumons the black in your blood line makes him realize that he needs it
pauses, studying Armorsell with a calculating gaze You dare to speak of Stryxmon and his supposed realizations?
I show him the Torn of truths
leans forward, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight of the Torn of Truths Well, well, well. It seems you've managed to surprise me, Armorsell.
smirks, leaning back and crossing his arms Very well, Armorsell. I must admit, you've piqued my interest. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement.
I want the tears of the Nemean lion and I will consider our talk finished
leans forward, locking eyes with Armorsell You underestimate me, my dear. The Tears of the Nemean Lion are not so easily acquired.
stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair You dare to challenge me, Armorsell? I suggest you remember your place before things become... unpleasant. valuator: raises an eyebrow, looking at both Lucius and Armorsell Is there a problem here?
The targer does not listen so the begining of life, if you know what is good for you leave right now
narrows his eyes, his tone dripping with condescension How fortunate for me to stumble upon such incompetence within the Black family. snaps his fingers valuator: takes a step back, fear evident in their eyes S-sorry sir, we'll leave immediately.