Mitch. Thaddeus rolled the name around in his mind. It was not the elegance he expected, but it excited him, this unexpectedness. He hadn't expected a conversation now either, so he felt pleased just to get an answer. It meant there at least was some hope that the elf, Mitch, might cooperate with him. And should it be necessary to get that, Thaddeus would cooperate with Mitch as well. Just from those defiant eyes, Thaddeus knew the elf must want many things of his own, no doubt full of revenge and freedom. How would that play out? Who all would fall victim? Thaddeus was thrilled to guess.

The journey took some time, but once they got out of the city and onto the smoother dirt roads, the carriage ride seemed to take less time. To Thaddeus, the journey was nothing and yet filled with impatience and anxiousness. He didn't attempt further conversation, deeming it pointless so when he spoke again as the carriage slowed, it was from a complete silence. "We've arrived. Will you come inside without having to be dragged?" He pushed back the curtain, revealing a spacious lawn overgrown and more brown than green, and a manor behind it that appeared far better cared for. He didn't expect a verbal answer from Mitch, but as he turned to face the elf, he figured he would receive some answer one way or another from an attempt to bolt, a nod, or a foot to the ribs. They all would answer him well enough.