"Four months," came the quick reply, though it was a couple of weeks over, Samuel didn\'t feel the need to give more than an approxiamation and assumed that the other didn\'t want to know his exact arrival date and time.
He was staring back at Aedus now, saying nothing more. The first few words from Aedus had sounded like the other\'s running commentary to himself. Samuel would\'ve delivered his own findings of the Academy and how distrustful the other should really be but because he wasn\'t asked, he didn\'t say. Aedus was on the right line of thought in any case, he wasn\'t an idiot, not if Zazaar was his master. Samuel doubted a man who was respected by the Society would\'ve suffered a fool. However, he\'d already blown his cover without knowing there was a contact to meet. He obviously trusted his master\'s words utterly and completely, but this Academy was unknown to him, so was such a thing wise?
His shoulder was still aching. Aedus had been extremely efficient at finding the pain threshhold, almost causing Samuel to blackout with the pain. He made a mental note to himself about that. This man was obviously not a strictly academic type, which opened up his possibilities at the Academy. Perhaps that was why he hadn\'t bothered to hide the truth of his identity as Samuel had, because he was very good at taking care of himself. He\'d also asked to be delivered to a Master Assassin. Which one had he seen?
"I can arrange for you to meet with the master of my house, if you wish," he offered. "Libramen," he supplied.