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Enthused that Kyra had actually began to head towards the docks, Gimladhir followed with little questioning or hesitation. She, mores so than Gimladhir, had stood out in the square more than any lord or lady might have. At least the nobility would, at the very least, be worth robbing or looking twice over. Chuckling inwardly at the thought, Gimladhir remained silent.
Until Kyra ruined the silence so carefully built, tearing it crashing down onto Gimladhir's ears.
"Is he actually capable of doing his duty?"
Thinking over his reply, the assassin paused mid-step, allowing Kyra to advance a step or two beyond him before hastening his pace to stride side-by-side her again.
"Doubtless he will be more than willing, though I must say I doubt his ability to manage any pursuers should that become an issue. He is a soft, fat-bellied merchant past the prime of his years, but a merchant is what we need. A swoop or other fast vessel may very well draw unwanted attention."
He had considered pulling some of his long-time underworld contacts to ready a means of transportation, but that would take more gold and time than Gimladhir would be willing to deal with. Criminals were generally more efficient in their operations, and safer (so long as they avoided detection), but sometimes a few words in the right ear and a muttered threat or two did more than chests of gold and favors. Kyra had yet to learn, to his knowledge, of the use of the common thieves of the city, but then, no doubt he was the one at fault here.
An interesting duality I doubt we will overcome.
"Shall I see to it that we find another captain?"
Until Kyra ruined the silence so carefully built, tearing it crashing down onto Gimladhir's ears.
"Is he actually capable of doing his duty?"
Thinking over his reply, the assassin paused mid-step, allowing Kyra to advance a step or two beyond him before hastening his pace to stride side-by-side her again.
"Doubtless he will be more than willing, though I must say I doubt his ability to manage any pursuers should that become an issue. He is a soft, fat-bellied merchant past the prime of his years, but a merchant is what we need. A swoop or other fast vessel may very well draw unwanted attention."
He had considered pulling some of his long-time underworld contacts to ready a means of transportation, but that would take more gold and time than Gimladhir would be willing to deal with. Criminals were generally more efficient in their operations, and safer (so long as they avoided detection), but sometimes a few words in the right ear and a muttered threat or two did more than chests of gold and favors. Kyra had yet to learn, to his knowledge, of the use of the common thieves of the city, but then, no doubt he was the one at fault here.
An interesting duality I doubt we will overcome.
"Shall I see to it that we find another captain?"