James gave a stare like one would into a camera, except there was none. "I don't know what people are thinking but it's not like we've gone around the whole continent parading the fact that we're travelling for a time so I don't think too many people are like 'Oh, that Tasha, she's in the same shit he is.'" He replies sarcastically, though he honest to goodness didn't know if Tasha already had a target on her back or not. He hoped it wasn't because of him if she did.
"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."
"Let's hope it's not by getting pursued by guards or some such, eh?"
"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."
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment before James realized he should be directing her or something, since Tasha was out of her element.
"So... option three? Just wandering? That sound good to you? I personally would prefer to find some kind of job eventually but I don't think we'll find much honest work around here. I've tried -" His voice cuts off as he hears movement from the trees, a small distance away. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword, and he looks in that general direction. Before he had a chance to ask someone if they were out there, Cowell showed his face from behind a tree with a painfully cheery smile.
James, previously tense, seemed to actually relax, just a little. "The hell do you want?"
"I just thought you should know your friend pissed off the wrong guy." Cowell informs them, looking to Tasha. "That guy's head of the drug ring 'round here. I'd keep a low profile."
James sneered at Cowell. Cowell continued.
"Not that you aren't already trying to do that of course but thought you'd like to know you made another enemy today!"
"I'm sure we'll manage," she drawls, her own fingers resting on the pommel of her blade.
"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."
Cowell raised his brows in a passive fashion, shrugging. "I don't doubt you will. James has made it through some crazy times. But, I do also want to propose to you another option besides running around aimlessly."
James glared at him. "If it's what you said before -"
"No, no. This is different." Cowell grinned calmly. "I just thought that you two could help me with something. You see, being a bounty hunter and all, my morals are already... so you say, loose. So I don't mind running with the same kind of crowd I turn in." He winks.
"So I was wondering if, you, my lady, and your kind sir here, would be willing to help me by using yourselves as bait for that fellow you pissed off. Because, you see, he's actually got a nice price on his head that I'd like to claim. And what's in it for you, you ask? Well, because I'm generous, I say I'll give you 30%, which, I assure you, is no small amount. So! What do you say?"
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She looks at James, pretty much willing to follow his lead.
"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."
She sizes him up with that icy, piercing gaze of hers.
"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."
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