"Rolo… Varendel? That bastard is alive? I thought he had been killed." Syn said as the furrow of her eyebrows grew deeper by the second. "He should've been rotting in hell by now." Contrary to the morbidness of her speech, the lady's visage was as peaceful as it was.
For certain, she was far from aware that she had just articulated her thoughts, enough for the man to hear how bewildered she was. The man immediately turned to look at her with a questioning gaze. Even though he was giving her the sharpest stare that he could, he didn't garner the least of the lady's attention.
In order to address what Syn could possibly be in the know of, the man quickly resumed his conversation on the phone just to end it in the next minute.