Previous – Book1 Page303 – Next
They stare at the two youngsters. MaxChaos is twenty, NutJob is sixteen. Erik and OtherErik could be in their thirties, or forties, or fifties, it’s hard to tell! Probably younger rather than older, but they look old before their time.
OtherErik looks at NutJob and says, “you gotta shrewd girl there … an’ she’s pretty!”
MaxChaos quickly steps forward and says, “and she’s spoken for.”
He raises himself to his full height and broadens his chest, clearly demonstrating his superior size. Everybody can see his arm and shoulder muscles rippling.
“And Commander Crush is married,” he says, forestalling any further discussion on the subject, “so you’re staring down a dead end there!”
Erik strokes his beard, “you lot come back ‘ere tomorruh. We’ll ‘ave a fink about what we want, and you ‘ave a fink about what you can offer.”
CandiCrush looks to KristalClear for a signal. Throughout, KristalClear has detected lots of uneasy, positive vibes. Definitely uneasy, and certainly on the better side of indifferent. Raising her eyebrows almost imperceptibly, and mustering an extremely faint smile, it’s enough for CandiCrush to get the message.
She puts ten Sovereigns down on the table. MaxChaos stares. For him that’s more than a month’s wages. CandiCrush, with the sort of blink that says, “I’m surprising even myself right now,” offers a calm, polite smile.
Looking directly at Erik, she narrows her eyes a little, and narrows her mouth, and she says purposefully, “no obligation, this is yours, no strings attached, we’ll be back tomorrow.”
A ten Sovereign inducement should be more than enough to let them know that the Wolfies are serious, and it’ll ensure that the trappers also turn up tomorrow.
Previous – Book1 Page303 – Next