"I don't understand why they feel it necessary to play their 'game' here. Or anywhere. Can't they just be people and talk to one-another without a lot of riddling and dodging truths?"

Salem shakes his head and mounts the steps behind her, looking around this section of the hold that's not in as good of repair as what he's seen thus far. At the top of the stairs, he looks down at where there was more scaffolding and supplies arranged around chunks of wall in disrepair. They were working day and night to return this place to its former glory.

"It's already remarkable, but I look forward to seeing it when it's finished."