“He’s an odd one, dresses bizzarely, but it’s mostly forgiven since he’s a forigner, apprently he had some kind of incident with one of the tailor’s and killed him, some of the rumors said it was over his page boy, others said it was becuse of clothing, or that he’s just plain crazy. " The boy answered, his steps growing less akward the more time they spent in the dark. “That’s a wierd combanation to ask about,” The boy added when Galis went quite, focussing more on getting them where they were going, he’d hoped for something usefull about Galroy, he hoped the tidbit about Zephane being a killer was just a rumor that got really out of hand.With the rumor mill you could never really know.
“What would be a normal combanation?” Galis asked, he didn’t really think there would be in this suitation.
“I don’t know, it just seemed random.” Ralfon said. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Galis sighed, “I’ve got odd connections, most people in my line of work do.”
“I imagine,” Ralfon said, “I’m a little envious of how easily you can get around.”
“Most people are.” Galis said, a little confused at hte sullen tone in his voice.
“You don’t like me do you.” Ralfon said, his step echoing louder then ussal as he nearly tripped in the dark.
Galis made a sound of disagrement.
“Then what it is?” Ralfon asked with the slightest hint of exasperation.
“It’s not been a good day.” Galis answered, pauseing at a ladder up, it’d be close by but not as close as he would have liked, the guards were likely still in an uproar. “not at all.” He added shakeingh is head and moving on.
“Well I do appricate the help, I do mean it if you need anything I’ll help in any way I can.”
“When your father gets better, tell him to help Zephane out if he can.” Galis said, chances were when he stole the blade the mage would be in hot water. Not that there was a lot Galis could do about it, he’d broguht that fact up to both of them and they had told him to do it anyway. He still wasn’t sure about the whole thing.
“That’s an odd request.” Ralfon said, “But I’ll tell him, assumeing I don’t end up dead becuase I take the blame for by fathers death.”
“You won’t. Even if you don’t get the evidence you need I’ll find it.” Galis said, “All I need is a location and what to look for and I can get anything.”
“That’s quite the advertisement Mr.Crow.” Ralfon said, his tone somewhere between amused and impressed.
“Silver if you’d like, and I am the best at what I do.” Galis said.
“And what Sir Silver is it that you do, other then saving unfortuante second sons?”
“Theivery, anything from anywhere.” Galis said. “Long as I can carry it easily that is. There is a weight limit.”
“Course, that’s only reasonable.” Ralfon aggreed. “Can I ask you something, without you leaving me to rot in the dark that is?”
“I won’t, worst case scenrio I’ll leave you at the nearest way up. I’m not a killer, an leaving you here would be a death sentence.” Galis said.
“The judge, Kipling he said the Silver crow hung ten years ago, and you couldn’t have been older then 9 or ten then, how you survive on your own?”
“I was 7,” Galis answered, “As to the rest of it, that’s a trade secret.”
“Must have been hard.”
“It was brutal,” Galis aggreed, quickening his pace a little, a strange sense of urgency that he knew better then to ignore takeing a seat in his gut. “This will do.” Galis said, finding a ladder.
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