07-21-2020, 03:36 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 60%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]To other did attention shift for the span of brief moments, the inclusion of unnecessary information casting a dour veil over narrowed eyes. Unknown to the greater populace his own status as trained healer, of a personal desire such to be kept private for time had worn against poorly maintained skill, yet such underhanded dismissal rankled all the same. Back did he turn, brief his hesitance at the utterance of a familiar name.
Wickliff Corleone.
Of a bitter note the short laughter that arose through the tight closure of his teeth. "It seems Jacob had a few secrets. I take it, since you are here, you know of Pincher and Jacob being married." Matter of fact the toned employed by Silas, indeed mere facts as he saw it stated, though confirmation may come only from Harrison. "That would make us brothers. Or, well, half-brothers, I did not have the pleasure of having Jacob as a father in the way you do."
Wickliff Corleone.
Of a bitter note the short laughter that arose through the tight closure of his teeth. "It seems Jacob had a few secrets. I take it, since you are here, you know of Pincher and Jacob being married." Matter of fact the toned employed by Silas, indeed mere facts as he saw it stated, though confirmation may come only from Harrison. "That would make us brothers. Or, well, half-brothers, I did not have the pleasure of having Jacob as a father in the way you do."