Who, he doesn't say, only because he has set a cigarillo between his lips and made to light it off the Riftwatch pocket lighter. By the time he has nipped the ember into burning, sense has caught up to knee-jerk response.
Enough to give a deprecating sniff as he slips the case back into his coat.
"There's no deal." Which is the problem. "Apparently it would be bad for Riftwatch's reputation to send her packing back to a Seleny gallows with an anchor in her hand. So there goes my fee."
He takes a long pull on the cigarillo, exhaling a cloud of nutty smelling smoke as they track along. If he is keeping a careful eye on their surroundings while they go, he doesn't look it.
"I wrote the fucker who sent me tracking after her, but I doubt he'll pay for the damage." A gesture of his right hand. He's wearing a dark shirt glove on it—a mismatch to the wide cuffed longer glove on his left—, but presumably his anchor shard is glowing under it.
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Enough to give a deprecating sniff as he slips the case back into his coat.
"There's no deal." Which is the problem. "Apparently it would be bad for Riftwatch's reputation to send her packing back to a Seleny gallows with an anchor in her hand. So there goes my fee."
He takes a long pull on the cigarillo, exhaling a cloud of nutty smelling smoke as they track along. If he is keeping a careful eye on their surroundings while they go, he doesn't look it.
"I wrote the fucker who sent me tracking after her, but I doubt he'll pay for the damage." A gesture of his right hand. He's wearing a dark shirt glove on it—a mismatch to the wide cuffed longer glove on his left—, but presumably his anchor shard is glowing under it.