I'm with you. You haven't subjected me to a boring evening yet.
[The weather is certainly unpleasant, and Ket is still not entirely sure why anyone would live in Kirkwall on purpose absent a Fade-related accident tying them there. Still, she's light-footed enough to navigate the slushy streets without too much trouble as long as she pays attention. That means her eyes aren't on him when she asks:]
We're seeing about a man who's been sighted lurking about the alienage at night.
[ Loxley knows a little, knows enough, that possibly assuming that Ket would give a fuck about some city elves being harassed is not a guarantee. But he knows even less as to her point of origin, and besides all that, he knows better that she has a skill in finding for herself the answer to such questions as: what's in it for me.
Which, as an adventurer for hire, he can respect. ]
And reports of people—elves—going missing, which has apparently happened before for spells at a time. Now, I know what you're thinking, Loxley, why not just cut something off him so he doesn't do it again, to which I say, excellent question.
The answer being, I don't think that'd sort the issue. I don't think he's working alone.
[Her expression doesn't change and her step doesn't falter. But her tone shifts chillier, matching Kirkwall's weather more neatly.]
Do you think we could also cut something off him, though? Once we've sorted the rest of it. As a treat.
[She's usually not terribly bloody-minded, that's so. But on the other hand, he wouldn't have picked her for this job if he imagined her sympathetic to this sort of behavior.]
[ An easy laugh, dry, a little nefarious in affect— ]
I like your style.
[ Beneath the quip, there is relief. Not that he doubted her, as such, but a job is better done right when it's a little personal, in his opinion, especially something of a more altruistic nature. ]
Our venue for the evening is the Changing Hands. I received a tip that our new friend's expected there, although I've no news why. But, they've a card table, so if we're completely out of luck of anything interesting, maybe you can make it worth our while.
[They can talk about what makes it personal later, or maybe never; see how it goes. For now, though, they're on the same page, and that's what matters.]
Ah yes, I see. Well, you're in luck, no one should know my face at Changing Hands, as far as I'm aware. [Meaning someone will willingly play with her, yes.] You can keep an eye on my back while we're waiting for him. You know I can get focused.
Very well. Your back is plenty charming, if not as much as the front.
[ These lines deployed too effortlessly, as if there's just a part of his brain that's ready to deliver them even as a distracted glance follows a cloaked figure crossing by them. False alarm, but one cannot be too careful. A figure in a cloak so often has a dagger.
That's why they call it that.
Anyway— ]
Rugo Kerrit. He's a bruiser for hire from Darktown. Likes a bit of gambling and beating the shit out of people who owe smarter people than him money, but no particular history of elf hatred, or kidnapping in general. Hence, I doubt he's the end of the line. He sounds very replaceable.
Sounds like the type who would be angry to lose to a woman, a foreigner or both, but equally the sort not to ask questions when a stranger inexplicably finds him attractive while still sober. Do you have a preference for the sort of distracted he is?
[She may have a preference, but either would do in a pinch, and she's the invited guest. Only fair to let the planner take the lead.]
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[The weather is certainly unpleasant, and Ket is still not entirely sure why anyone would live in Kirkwall on purpose absent a Fade-related accident tying them there. Still, she's light-footed enough to navigate the slushy streets without too much trouble as long as she pays attention. That means her eyes aren't on him when she asks:]
Anything I ought to know before we arrive?
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[ Loxley knows a little, knows enough, that possibly assuming that Ket would give a fuck about some city elves being harassed is not a guarantee. But he knows even less as to her point of origin, and besides all that, he knows better that she has a skill in finding for herself the answer to such questions as: what's in it for me.
Which, as an adventurer for hire, he can respect. ]
And reports of people—elves—going missing, which has apparently happened before for spells at a time. Now, I know what you're thinking, Loxley, why not just cut something off him so he doesn't do it again, to which I say, excellent question.
The answer being, I don't think that'd sort the issue. I don't think he's working alone.
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[Her expression doesn't change and her step doesn't falter. But her tone shifts chillier, matching Kirkwall's weather more neatly.]
Do you think we could also cut something off him, though? Once we've sorted the rest of it. As a treat.
[She's usually not terribly bloody-minded, that's so. But on the other hand, he wouldn't have picked her for this job if he imagined her sympathetic to this sort of behavior.]
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I like your style.
[ Beneath the quip, there is relief. Not that he doubted her, as such, but a job is better done right when it's a little personal, in his opinion, especially something of a more altruistic nature. ]
Our venue for the evening is the Changing Hands. I received a tip that our new friend's expected there, although I've no news why. But, they've a card table, so if we're completely out of luck of anything interesting, maybe you can make it worth our while.
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Ah yes, I see. Well, you're in luck, no one should know my face at Changing Hands, as far as I'm aware. [Meaning someone will willingly play with her, yes.] You can keep an eye on my back while we're waiting for him. You know I can get focused.
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[ These lines deployed too effortlessly, as if there's just a part of his brain that's ready to deliver them even as a distracted glance follows a cloaked figure crossing by them. False alarm, but one cannot be too careful. A figure in a cloak so often has a dagger.
That's why they call it that.
Anyway— ]
Rugo Kerrit. He's a bruiser for hire from Darktown. Likes a bit of gambling and beating the shit out of people who owe smarter people than him money, but no particular history of elf hatred, or kidnapping in general. Hence, I doubt he's the end of the line. He sounds very replaceable.
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Sounds like the type who would be angry to lose to a woman, a foreigner or both, but equally the sort not to ask questions when a stranger inexplicably finds him attractive while still sober. Do you have a preference for the sort of distracted he is?
[She may have a preference, but either would do in a pinch, and she's the invited guest. Only fair to let the planner take the lead.]