"You are probably right." Falk said to her. "He's ruthless and calculating. Hell he's probably smarter then his old man. He took the Celtic isles in a single damned night. It was as if he'd been planning it for a hundred years. Otherwise, we have no idea what he's capable of. I would expect magic, though. A whole lot of it." Falk continued to say to her. Though he looked to Isaac. "You okay buddy?" He asked him. Falk was aware of the harsh treatment the boy was getting. He had been talked behind his back for the last month. Falk knew though that he was trying to survive. It was the smart thing to do at the time, even though it was pretty scummy.