Frederickson threw a piercing sort of look to Grayell. It wasn't accusatory, but it was almost bemusedly condescending. The cigar went from one side of his mouth to the other. GOOD. I DON'T SUPPOSE ANYONE TOLD YOU WHAT'S GOING ON, EH?
He sidled nonchalantly past them into the house. The house grew colder, much colder, and the shadows seemed to grow darker and longer as he went in and looked around idly, hands in his pockets.
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Grayell had no means to know what this creature was capable of. He didn't care for the song and dance mind you, but he could not discount the possibility that tentaclies there was the real deal. In fact, algae head there might have seen through this ruse before it even began.
Kiko didn't answer the creature at all. She let the Wolf speak for them both, while slipping into the shadows that the storm clouds had created. She wasn't trying to hide specifically, but she was using the dimness in the house to her advantage.
Maybe he wouldn't notice her. Or, if he did would not pay all that much attention. Her Chosen was the larger target, and he was already talking.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
THAT'S TOO BAD. ENTERPRISING COUPLE LIKE YOU? YOU MIGHT WANT TO WATCH. With one sweep of his hand, he shoved a table against the wall, clearing the floor. He began to point at the floor and trace sickly green lines on the wood, making a circle around himself.
Grayell was well aware this could be a huge mistake. That circle, it could be a ward of perhaps the creature sought to invoke something. Definitely unusual too, the ease with which he manipulated the table and seemingly drew without elemental assistance. No, this was something different, perhaps far worse than what Grayell had ever witnessed.
To wait and see what happened next might be a folly. To act too soon could well be a mistake.
When all your options suck... well make a new one. Test him.
No. No, we had no trouble that damn fool Toro-whatsit was run off easy enough. Hate to bug you though mister, but I wanted to ask you about our pay...
Kiko's nose wrinkled up. Couple. Well, it was too much to hope for that he hadn't seen her. She had other worries just a bit more pressing however. Her experience with mages and magecraft might be sorely lacking, but there were no end of tales about such things.
Those lurid green lines were definitely a barrier, or possibly a summoning circle. That was bad with possible escalation into dire. Well, hopefully the Wolf's information had him distracted. From all the stories Kiko had heard mages needed concentration to finish spell casting and she didn't plan on letting him get that far.
She pulled the blade called Bloodletter and flung it at his face.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Frederickson ducked to the side, somehow seeing it without looking in her direction. It stuck into the wall on the opposite side of the room. He continued to draw the lines.
I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TRY THAT SO EARLY. EITHER YOU WANTED TO KILL ME AND TAKE WHATEVER I HAD FOR MORE PAY, OR YOU'RE DO-GOODERS WHO DID SOMETHING TO THE MEN I DID HIRE. EITHER WAY, YOU'VE MADE A POOR DECISION.
He took a drag of his cigar, stepping into the circle. He looked down, tapping the floor with his foot, examining his work.
THIS IS TO GET PRETTY NASTY. YOU CAN START RUNNING NOW.