Something the roegadyn said made the smile on Solitaire's face falter, though it never quite slipped away entirely. "Information'll cost ye. Help'll cost ye more. Five hunnerd gil fer what I know o' the bitch, an' another two hunnerd fer places she's like as not t'be."
The smile turned sly, and edged: the cat teasing the dog, flirting with injury for some unknown promise of self gain.
The smile turned sly, and edged: the cat teasing the dog, flirting with injury for some unknown promise of self gain.
