Damn, what's the currency here? "Would a couple silver do the job?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
The man nods. "'S convincing enough. Lock picks ain't hard to come by." He pulls two out of a pocket in his oversized jacket, but keeps them hidden in his hand under the bar. With his free hand he opens his palm for the silver.
She drops a couple coins in his hand, then a third, a gold one. "Keep this little exchange between us."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"And to you." She slips them discreetly into her pocket and slips outside, going back to her horse.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Who was that?" she asks in a low undertone. "The one who wanted to make that deal with you?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"...You saw that." Well he wasn't surprised that it didn't slip past her. Gods knew she probably had her eye on him like a hawk after the whole Rita bit.
"He's... well... he's a bounty hunter, but it's complicated. Over the years he's gotten more casual about it. Probably because of how many times I escaped." He replies quietly, a dull expression on his face.
"Seems pretty lax to me. Coulda just jumped you then and there."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
And that was the award winning question of the day. Typically, James had only paired up with people, be it in groups or pairs, for the sole purpose of getting a job done and getting money. Now with Tasha, whom he felt morally obligated to keep around for various reasons, he didn't know what to do with himself. He was so used to just following his every whim because he didn't have anybody else to account for. He did have a loose sense of vision for what to do with his time, though he would never utter to her the goal.
He's silent for a moment, trying to conjure up a sensible plan for her.
"Well, we have a few options. We could look around for anyone looking for a hired hand to earn some money, we could around if anyone knows of the Packlands you're talking about, and/or we could just keep wandering. I don't anticipate to avoid people who want me dead or alive just by existing, so keep in mind that that's a contributing factor too."
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