Lia
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
Nikkos sat back and listened, sipping his wine to offset the unpleasant butterflies that popped up in his stomach yet again at the mention of the woman. He still refused to admit what he knew it was. Nonetheless, the administrator was enjoying listening to the story and couldn't help but chuckle at some of the comments. "Well of course they were terrible. What more could you expect from the seventeen hundreds?" With that, dinner arrived and Nikkos dug in with gusto. He hadn't eaten today simply because he hadn't thought about doing so. Now that there was the aroma in the air and food in front of him, the brunette was ravished.
In between bites, he asked questions. "And the witch trials? In Salem I mean. They weren't based solely on fear, were they?" He could write books, make loads of money... All just on this information. Even if they were regarded as fiction by the greater population, theories that historians have had for centuries could finally be proven. Of course, he wouldn't exploit Tomias in such a way, but it was fun to dream.
In between bites, he asked questions. "And the witch trials? In Salem I mean. They weren't based solely on fear, were they?" He could write books, make loads of money... All just on this information. Even if they were regarded as fiction by the greater population, theories that historians have had for centuries could finally be proven. Of course, he wouldn't exploit Tomias in such a way, but it was fun to dream.