Noel was very aware of who and what was in the undercorft. A couple of new arrivals had caught his attention for the same reason as he read over the details of their capture and give an assessment of each. He was never wrong and he assuredly wasn't on either of these. One had already proven him right. The other would eventually, he was sure.
"Desmond if I recall correctly." He didn't have his powers, but Noel natural moved silently. There was no dampening ever supernatural aspect of what he was. Death had a way about it. He didn't stay hidden coming around the slave he'd been watching in the undercroft. "Kind of you to help your fellow slave. Was that out of a sense of morality, need for allies, or fodder for later?" The reaper queired with curiosity. His hands were clasped behind his back but he was uncomfortably close to the human. He was still in his work attire. Black slacks, dress shoes, a sweater that covered the only touch of color he had on him peaking out in the collar and cuffs around his wrists in a crisp white, finished with a black tie.
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