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Nabi
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Sobriquet sighed, but nodded his head in acquiescence at the haggling. One question or two, it would be about the same. And the information should be well worth it. Although maybe it wouldn't be easy to find Maeble, it was a start. She had stayed in the Summer Court, so maybe he could find clues there. Although he doubted he would be very welcome, if Fortune smiled, he might be able to pull it off.
He clasped his hands, listening, as Aaron asked the questions. Should have known he'd ask something troubling like that. He rolled his shoulders before starting to answer. "Well, I hope you'll forgive me for sicking up part of my sorry life story." Where to begin? "For a whole lot of complicated reasons, when I was seventeen I decided I was going to kill the Winter Knight." He scowled. "Don't give me any shit, ok, I was a dumb kid, I got really drunk on frostwine, and I spent about an hour telling anyone and everyone who would listen how I was going to kill the Knight." He shrugged, his voice becoming defensive. "So if I can find the person who actually did it, then I don't have to set up energy-sapping wards around my apartment every day." Although it would be a trick and a half to convince the Winter Court; he'd been drunk enough to actually mirror into the Winter Knight's quarters before figuring out that the guy was dead and it was time to run for his life.
"And as for the hellhound?" He thought about it for a few seconds. "Maybe the Winter Court was just pissed about some information you sold. But, to be honest, it was probably after me." And if it was, my scent is still all over that office. Usually, playing human and not using his power masked his scent enough to avoid Winter Court shenanigans, but since he'd been in the mirror for a while to get to Aaron's office, something could have caught his trail when he came out. Shaking off the thoughts, he smiled and added, "Does that answer both of your questions?"
He clasped his hands, listening, as Aaron asked the questions. Should have known he'd ask something troubling like that. He rolled his shoulders before starting to answer. "Well, I hope you'll forgive me for sicking up part of my sorry life story." Where to begin? "For a whole lot of complicated reasons, when I was seventeen I decided I was going to kill the Winter Knight." He scowled. "Don't give me any shit, ok, I was a dumb kid, I got really drunk on frostwine, and I spent about an hour telling anyone and everyone who would listen how I was going to kill the Knight." He shrugged, his voice becoming defensive. "So if I can find the person who actually did it, then I don't have to set up energy-sapping wards around my apartment every day." Although it would be a trick and a half to convince the Winter Court; he'd been drunk enough to actually mirror into the Winter Knight's quarters before figuring out that the guy was dead and it was time to run for his life.
"And as for the hellhound?" He thought about it for a few seconds. "Maybe the Winter Court was just pissed about some information you sold. But, to be honest, it was probably after me." And if it was, my scent is still all over that office. Usually, playing human and not using his power masked his scent enough to avoid Winter Court shenanigans, but since he'd been in the mirror for a while to get to Aaron's office, something could have caught his trail when he came out. Shaking off the thoughts, he smiled and added, "Does that answer both of your questions?"