S n o w
Dreamer
Louis
Louis ignored the acknowledgement of his theft, as a good magician never faltered during an act, even when caught. "Doesn't make it any less cowardly," he said back to Benhamin. He glanced at the seal again, though the identity of their benefactor didn't matter much to him. The rich would always use people like him to get his hands dirty in their place. It was just a fact of life. If it wasn't the Halber, someone else with a desire for power would step into the mud of the Barrel to find someone to assassinate or sabotage their competition.
His eyes slid to Garrit. Someone so knowledgeable about the letter's origins and him and yet... Louis didn't have a bad enough memory to forget how Garrit came to them, like a lost little kid among a table full of sharks. Confused that none of them received a letter like he did, but recognizing the seal inside instantly. The pieces didn't add up. Garrit could either be a bastard Halber, or naïve, but not both. Louis knew well that a bastard wouldn't grow up with enough luxury to afford to be naïve.
Looking away from the puzzle that was Garrit Holt, he reached over and took the bottle meant for Nadya. He took a swig and waited to hear Garrit's answer about their payment.
His eyes slid to Garrit. Someone so knowledgeable about the letter's origins and him and yet... Louis didn't have a bad enough memory to forget how Garrit came to them, like a lost little kid among a table full of sharks. Confused that none of them received a letter like he did, but recognizing the seal inside instantly. The pieces didn't add up. Garrit could either be a bastard Halber, or naïve, but not both. Louis knew well that a bastard wouldn't grow up with enough luxury to afford to be naïve.
Looking away from the puzzle that was Garrit Holt, he reached over and took the bottle meant for Nadya. He took a swig and waited to hear Garrit's answer about their payment.
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