"Well, then," she says, leaning close and dropping her voice. "Y' wouldn't happen t' be lookin' fer work, now would y'?"
"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."
"Thief, eh? Glass cannon? Oh, wait. No, those are magicians and axe users...I know you're glass something...sniper rifle?...Nah...you're not too good at assassinations yet, are you?...Speedy Physical Sweeper...? Nah, nah...Wait, what am I saying?" Sacred mumbles audibly, not extremely loudly, but just enough for people close to him to hear him.
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"
"There's a noble comin' through," she tells him. "Name o' Kennewick. Tomorrow, at noon. Get somethin' valuable off him 'n prove yer worth."
"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."
"Just travelin' through," she answers. "Dunno why."
"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."
Finn shrugged casually, still speaking quietly. "No matter. If all goes well he won't even know he's been nabbed o' somethin' till he gets where he's goin'."
"If it don' go well, yer on yer own," she informs him, voice low. "If you succeed...well, I've got a surprise fer y'."
"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."
"T'e Lord of a nearby village," she answers. "Known fer his white falcon. It actually got stolen once, but 'e recovered it. T'e thief was never caught."
"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."
"Oh? Someone managed to steal a falcon? That's rather surprising, actually; I've never heard of a noble known more for a partner of his than, you know, literally anything else. I may just go to see the man, you know, for laughs." Sacred chuckles, re-positioning himself in his seat.
"Why do I need money to live? Can't I just, like, photosynthesize or something?"
