“Evening, Captain,” he said, twirling the scepter like a baton. “Lovely night for a promenade.”
“Can’t what? Retrieve the scepter? Or sire children?” She crouched, her armored skirt scraping the stones. “Because one of those is my job to prevent. The other is a bonus.” knave ballbust
“The Baron also asked me to ‘make an example’ of the next pickpocket.” She tilted her head. “Shall I interpret ‘example’ as a single, memorable strike to the family jewels? Or a repeated lesson in anatomy?” “Evening, Captain,” he said, twirling the scepter like
She released his ankle, picked up the scepter, and wiped it on his doublet. “Good knave.” ” he said
She vanished into the keep.
For the first time in his miserable, thieving life, the knave had absolutely nothing clever to say.