Till considered pursuing the issue further, but decided it would be better to drop it. No sense in getting her upset, after all. TIll was better than a man who knew nothing of fighting, but she looked like she could use that bow of hers well enough, given the chance. She had jumped from delirious to wary and ready to shoot fast enough. He didn't want that to happen to him, in the dark streets of Ravok . . . . . . Following her out may not have been the best of decisions to make. She thought he ran with powerful people? Till snorted and shook his head, smiling. "Rich? Please." He'd thought that he had . . . but then they'd been brought down, and then he knew that he had been a tiny part of a still tinier niche; a scavenger running from petty criminal to petty criminal. Now he wasn't even that. "I wake up in the morning to the smell of rancid fish, and play cards with people I find in a bar. Living the high life, I'm sure." "Since the Watchtower turned green," he told her. "They come into the bar when they're bored. I don't think they really want anything to do with me; but I'm the one with the cards." He smiled. "They put up with me, and I put up with them." Because a sword needs a whetstone, and a hypnotist needs minds. Till couldn't help but hear the sweet whisper drift through him; it would be so easy to influence this girl. She had been fighting help at every turn, and all Till wanted was to get it over with and go back inside. But Haydn had taught him better; always know your mark, know their goals or know their person. All Till knew was Aello's name, and that was not enough. Any success he had would be by blind luck alone. Instead he went for the other greatest weapon in conversation; honesty. "Balk in there," he nodded his head toward the Silver Sliver. "Has a daughter about your age, and he gets awful protective of girls like you. And for good reason." He tilted his head to the side. "You probably know this without telling me, but Ravok can be a nasty place. If you have a license to live here you might be safe from slavers, but not from robbers, or from rapers. His eyes fell to her bow for a moment. "Normally I'd say you could take care of yourself." Then he brought them up to meet her eyes. "But you were really staggering getting out of there. Lack of sleep or drink or herbs, whatever, you're in no shape to be out here on your own." "I came out here so that I can tell Balk you made it out alright," he said. "So that he won't put my head on a mantle." OOCSorry, I somehow missed this post today. I feel bad. |