Thaor listened to Gellert speak, anger rising in him. The silent axing? no, but public humiliation, yes. You and I both know you didn't have a meeting with the Lupins, sir. he said, with, if one looked closely, a crooked smile.
That is besides the point. You have spoken like a true politician. You are right, my only remaining ties to that group lay in this, he said as he lifted his left sleeve, revealing the dark mark tattoo that Voldemort gave him so long ago. He wondered if Voldemort was turning in his grave now that Ne'Os was head Death Eater, probably.
Now, my loyalties lay with my own life. The order wont take me, not that I've tried. Death Eaters don't want me, they're scared, think you and I are in cahoots with each other, that leaves you. I think we both know public office does you no good. You get caught up in the political things, can't focus on the other things you need to do.
Thaor said, taking a moment to let his last words sink in.
I am at your service, however, I refuse to call you anything but your true name. Gellert, or Mr. Grindlewald. you see, 'my lord' is deceased, and can never be replaced.
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