Charon pushed the door open, a small smile played at her lips as she saw Mortious waiting for her and she held the duffel a little tighter nonetheless. She pushed the door closed, she didn't want this conversation being overheard, she turned back toward Mortious, all humour slipping from her face as she fixed him with a thunderous glare.

"Right, enough games Mortious, I think you know exactly why I'm here. Do you really think I don't remember what happened down here all those years ago?"

Mortious grinned horribly, saliva dribbling down the rotting corpse like mouth, he attempted to lick his lips in a seductive manner which made Charon wrinkle her nose in disgust. He gestured around the room before speaking.

"This is where we should have been married, you and I, but you just wouldn't give in would you? You never will, will you? Darkspade did though, he was weak, love made him that way. He sacrificed himself, gave himself willingly for you. Now you want to know how to put the poor little Spade back together again and you expect me to tell you how to do it?"

Charon glared at him, her jaw worked overtime as she resisted the temptation to take the rotting head off the corpse and kick it into a thousand pieces.

"I already know how to put Spade back together again as it happens Mr I think I know everything about everyone. You see, I found your little staff and I wondered if you wanted it back?"

Now it was Mortious who was wrong footed, of all the things he'd expected her to come up with this wasn't one of them.....