MoonRazor
“Could be worse, sirrah,” Ghastly tells him cheerfully. “Coulda done a runner.” And isn’t that an image to shudder over — the pirate streaking through the streets, leaving Patrek to decide whether or not it’s worth the effort of chasing him down, or sending Careo after him, either way attracting a hundred times more attention than they already will. As it is, he bobs his head to the other man with that same cheeky grin and strolls forward out of the alleyway as if he hasn’t a care in the world. He’ll let Patrek point the way out for him, pretending he doesn’t know where the lockup is (an outright fabrication, that; like any lifelong criminal wouldn’t know where the guards hang their hats, even just out of self defense).
“Leastways, you don’t gotta be like that. Ol’Gee, he knows the truth, he do, about you.” He taps his own nose with his free hand, and looks back to give Patrek a dramatic wink, as if he’s in on the other man’s secret — though one might wonder exactly what secret that might be.
