She vanished into the keep.
“If I see you in my courtyard again, I won’t stop at one nudge. I’ll see if those things can bounce like dice.” knave ballbust
Not a kick. A nudge. A statement of intent. She vanished into the keep
“Tough night, Rigo?”
“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?” knave ballbust
As she turned to leave, she paused. One last glance over her shoulder.
For the first time in his miserable, thieving life, the knave had absolutely nothing clever to say.