Tower Bound (L 1.4, E 1.3)

The new ones always seem to be overzealous in their patrols. It's not the first time I've been confronted for lounging in the Crystal Court, but the previous fellows haven't been this polite. "Not a thing, John, but a person. We are hear to meet Mr. Edmund Sterling. He had to step away momentarily. Could you take a message to him from me?" I respond to her question with equal decorum, though I keep my face neutral.

The guard's mouth pinches in ever so slightly and her eyes widen a millimeter. It's too brief to read exactly what feeling she's experiencing, but I mentally file it away. "No, I have not heard about Princy. Did he perish?" The citizens here tend to think that I am some sort of undertaker, based upon my physical features, dress and mannerisms. Those who know my gang are convinced that I am a either a mortician or a priest or both. I assume that is what John is referring to.

I let her ramble. It allows her to process and it gives me information. A hit on Princy, eh? How interesting. It'd be nice to use this as leverage somehow, but at the moment I can't think of how to utilize it to my advantage. Information is still useful, if only for the future. "Perhaps it is best if you escort us to Mr. Sterling, in case my services are needed?"