Early wk.2:

[creativefool]

Hey.

I guess you've noticed the guys with the feathers running around. The Ravens, right, those mercenary types?
Been hangin' around near the Blood Quarter, and they seem to be getting ... up to something. I dunno. But there's been a lot of them around - more than there were last week.

The thing is ... I've been gettin' a lot of good info off 'em. How to get around the city and all that crap. Sure, it ain't cheap, but... not like that's too much of an issue.

[Not when he can roll up to any jewellers' or pawn shop with a handful of decent quality gemstones...]

So... I've been thinkin'. What if I try and get somethin' else out of 'em? Get in there, or buddy up with some of them? I think I can do it.
With a bit of help.

Think that could work?

Comments

[wholeheaded]

Yes, o-of course, sorry. I'm just... really wishing we could avoid another situation like that altogether. But we work with what we've got.

[creativefool]

Always the way. And if the information's there and we can get it... someone might have to.

[wholeheaded]

[ there's a longish, fretful pause.]

All right, so long as we have some ground rules. Like lots of updates from anyone who gets on the inside, and warnings if trouble's coming, and asking for help if you need it.

[ ...Ambrose stop you're not one of his dads.]

[creativefool]

[Well, in this situation, someone's got to do the job...]

Nah, that all makes sense. No use keepin' quiet on stuff like this, right?

[wholeheaded]

You'd think, but some folks have had other ideas about that in the past. Silly that it needs saying but it needs saying.