Threats and Supplies.
Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:39 pm
"You aren't supposed to be here... Gods above, the only reason they didn't hang you s'cause of some..." The man cut off as the iron spike was raised and presented before his face. He took a breath and rested his bulk against the wall behind him. "Look. Aeryn. I can get you the things you want, but it'll cost. This isn't like the old days, eh. The Constables, they pay attention to things we didn't watch. They... Their mission is different from what ours was, you know that."
The heavyset innkeeper raise a towel to mop his face, sweat was starting to bead upon his brow. He never liked having to deal with the former Marshal. Not then. Especially not now. In the past, at least, the coin had been good. That was the only reason he agreed to this now. "Their mission? Our mission? It did all be the same, you fat bastard. Uphold the political will of someone else. Protect the people if you can. We did it. They do it. All the same. Cinnabar is just a prettier face than mine, or Bromn's, was, eh. Prick. Just get me what I want, or your flaming balls I will cut, eh. And then feed them to your goats."
Aeryn peered at the innkeeper a moment, then leaned back into the shadows of the alleyway, pulling his cloak 'round about him. "Deliver them to the warehouse on the east side of town. I will take care of the rest. And... Thank you, Gerrus. Your debts, they are forgiven." Then down the back alley he went, boots sucking up the mud in Aeryn's wake.
The heavyset innkeeper raise a towel to mop his face, sweat was starting to bead upon his brow. He never liked having to deal with the former Marshal. Not then. Especially not now. In the past, at least, the coin had been good. That was the only reason he agreed to this now. "Their mission? Our mission? It did all be the same, you fat bastard. Uphold the political will of someone else. Protect the people if you can. We did it. They do it. All the same. Cinnabar is just a prettier face than mine, or Bromn's, was, eh. Prick. Just get me what I want, or your flaming balls I will cut, eh. And then feed them to your goats."
Aeryn peered at the innkeeper a moment, then leaned back into the shadows of the alleyway, pulling his cloak 'round about him. "Deliver them to the warehouse on the east side of town. I will take care of the rest. And... Thank you, Gerrus. Your debts, they are forgiven." Then down the back alley he went, boots sucking up the mud in Aeryn's wake.