>>46149130
>No, we need to keep looking for the killer

>>46149130
>I think I might walk, stomach still feels weak

>>46149130
>Alright, take me back to the Bulls Head Inn

>>46149130
>Alright, take me back to the Bulls Head Inn

>>46149130
>Alright, take me back to the Bulls Head Inn
>Write in
"Where should I meet you, come nightfall, so we can try to find the killer?"

I nod in agreement., “If the sun’s coming up soon, can you take me to the Bull’s Head?”

He- it- whatever it is, nods. “One last ride then, do try to contain your fluids this time.” He warns, tucking me into his armpit again.

If only it were that easy. He jets up above the city, angling west towards the canals, the temperature spiking down again as we rise. “Clouds are gettting thicker.” Springheel muses, his sort rasp of a voice somehow carrying over the rasp of the wind. “Snow today. Highly unpleasant.”

We drop again, my brain starting to panic, despite having experienced the same thing for hours now free of complications, some animal part tells me that I’m going to die still.

We land, with the sound of a pillow being dropped, soft and far too light for the two of us. “Your Inn is just down the street.” He points. “If you wish to seek me out again tonight, I will be above…” He casts about, before spotting a gaudy house that bears a few gargoyles. “On that roof. Easy to blend in.”

I nod, words are a bit hard right now. “See you then.”

My stomach is practically screaming for food, for anything sustaining to be put in it at this point… but on the other hand I remember the spooks lessons on fasting, that it can make your mind sharp, that the man who fights hungry fights to win…

Oh, there’s no helping it. I stop by the kitchens, a few of the cooks already awake and use some of your dwindling funds to buy some bread, stuffing it into your mouth greedily.

Looking at remaining coin… I’m not sure you’ll be able to afford two rooms at this rate. Not if I don’t catch the kill and get that bounty.

I trudge my way upstairs, after explaining that I won’t be able to work in the kitchens today. Tired to the bone, the others are already starting to wake. Pained groans signifying my master’s awake.

>Talk to him, see if he has advice
>He’ll just disapprove and tell you not to do it. Get some sleep
>See if Kara can take your spot in the kitchen, you need the money
>Write in

>>46149820
>Talk to him, see if he has advice
I really don't want to be overprotective of Kara, or controlling, but having her work in a busy environment where having her hood knocked back will mean, at best, being kicked out into the cold, is not something I want to risk.

>>46149820
>Talk to him, see if he has advice

>>46149820
>Talk to him, see if he has advice

I knock and enter, Sarah helping him redress some of his wounds. “Mr Johnson?” I ask.

He looks at me, eyebrows rising. “You look like hell boy. What have you been up to?”

I rub my face, sitting at the foot of his bed. “Well, I thought I was doing spook work. But it’s turned into something… else.” He stares silently, gesturing for me to go on.

I explain the events of last night as best as I can, his brow scrunching on itself, “So, you take yourself to be some bounty hunter now, do ye?” He asks gruffly.

“It’s the only thing that will keep us out of the cold at this point.” I shrug, “Mr Johnson, please, do you have any advice?”

He sucks his sharp teeth a moment, as Sarah finishes and heads down to work. “Be wary around this… creature. You say he seems benevolent… but things that turn to stone when the sun comes up, and jump around like that… I don’t know boy.”

Right. “Anything… helpful to catching the killer though?”

He sighs. “I don’t know boy. But if this creature doesn’t want to be violent, you might want a good hand of rope on you. Tie the killer up if you can catch him, then let the guards do what they will, aye?”

I nod. “Yes sir.”

“And try to intercept him when he runs away. If he’s so reliant on his feet, carry something to trip him up that you can throw. Broken glass, ball bearings, caltrops… anything you can get your hands on. As for finding him… without more clues, I’m afraid I have nothing boy.” Damn. “Now fetch my diary. If I’m going to be cooped up in here all day, I’m going to make note of this… creature.”

I nod, passing him the book, before retiring to my room.

Alison claps be between the shoulders hard enough to set me stumbling, whistling as she heads out for work.

Kara hugs me tight, “I was worried you weren’t coming back.” She whispers into my chest.


>Ever here of a ‘Springheel’ back home?
>Think you can buy me some supplies during the day Kara?
>Get some sleep, you need it
>Write in

>>46150390
>Ever here of a ‘Springheel’ back home?
>Write in
"I'm sorry to keep you cooped up like this."

>>46150390
>>Ever here of a ‘Springheel’ back home?

>>46150390
>Ever here of a ‘Springheel’ back home?

>>46150390
>Get some sleep, you need it

I squeeze her, trying to stave off sleep a few extra minutes. “Ever hear or a ‘Springheel’ back home?”

She stares up at me, one of her ears twitching curiously. “No? Should I have?” I do my best to describe the… thing, but she just shakes your head. “If it got here like I did, I’ve never heard of one.” She shrugs apologetically. “Now get some sleep mister. You look like a corpse.”

She shoves me under the sheets, and before I know it, my eyes are shut.

By the time I’m awake, she’s bundled on extra blankets yet again, but she’s gone from the room. Must be checking on my master. I feel… fuller though, a quick glance around reveals an empty soup bowl set by my bedside.

I rub my lips, feeling the faint lingering tickle of chilli on my lips.

“Feeling better?” She asks, slipping into the room, pulling her hood back once more. “It’s still about three hours til the sun goes down…”

“Much. Thanks.” I give her a smile, nodding to the bowl.

I get to my feet, watching the snow drift down outside the window for a moment, “I think… my winter coat is actually getting heavier than usual.” Kara comments absently, playing with a strand of hair, “But… are you going to do anything while the sun’s up?”

>I need to buy some supplies
>Want to get outside for a while? Some fresh air?
>Nothing, just rest up and make sure you’re prepared.
>Write in

>>46150898
>I need to buy some supplies
>Want to get outside for a while? Some fresh air?

>>46150898
>I need to buy some supplies
>Want to get outside for a while? Some fresh air?

>>46150898
>I need to buy some supplies
>Want to get outside for a while? Some fresh air?
I want to hope that Kara's hood will stay on, but I feel that I should expect the worst to happen.

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I point at the door, “I need to buy some supplies if I’m gonna catch this killer.”

Her ears droop a little, “Oh…. okay.”

But… “Want to come with me? Get some fresh air?”

That perks them right back up again. “Yes! Please.” She draws her hood back up, “I thought I was going to go crazy in here.”

The wind is like a slap to the face after the warmth of the inn, driving through my clothes like a knife. “Brisk.” I grimace, Kara stepping close and wrapping an arm around my waist, drawing herself in for warmth. “You sure you wanna be out here like this?” I ask.

She nods, teeth already chattering. “S-sure. At least for a while.” She assures me. “I’ll warm up once we’re moving.”

I shrug, picking a direction and trudge off, urchins shovelling the streets for money as we wend our way towards a general store, skirting away from the Oendan church as we near it, the sounds of repairs clanking out past the buildings, the hubbub of the city muted against the snow.

Kara practically has to hold her hood down the entire walk, with winds whipping out every so often, but the snow comes up to her knees when we have to trudge through, and by the time we step inside the store, she’s huffing and puffing with exertion.

I think about what the spook said for supplies… checking our coins, we have… 23 coppers left. The room we have to pay for at the inn is costing us ten a night, which means…

>Rope: 5 coppers
>Glass bottle, good for smashing: 4 coppers
>Tin scrap+ pliers for making caltrops: 11 coppers
>Iron ball bearings, could come in handy later: 14 coppers
>Keep your money, you don’t need any of this really
>Write in

>>46151389
>Rope: 5 coppers
>Glass bottle, good for smashing: 4 coppers

>>46151389
>Rope: 5 coppers

>>46151389
>Rope: 5 coppers
>Glass bottle, good for smashing: 4 coppers
Wait, is that 10 coppers for both our room and Mr. Johnson's room?

>>46151486
you get one of the rooms free from working at the inn, though that will run out if you dont work there again tomorrow

Alright, you can dip in enough to get the rope and the bottle, while still having enough for one more night’s rent. You’ve got two whole days to catch this guy, before the innkeep tosses you out in the cold.

You hand over the money to the greasy looking shop owner, watching as he gives a little bow to both of you. “Have a good ‘un.” He growls.

You slip the new supplies into your bag, bracing yourself as you step out into the street. “Can you tell me about the killer?” Kara asks as you walk.

You nod, “Didn’t get a good look at him, but he seemed tall, well dressed, and he was capable of things I didn’t think a normal human could do. He scaled a wall near ten feet tall by running up one side of an alley and jumping off.

Kara licks her lips against the buffeting wind. “Leon… I think, maybe I could come with you tonight.” She nods to herself. “I can’t get as high into the air as that Springheel thing, but… I can smell, and track this man better than you. And I can jump really high too! I might be able to keep pace with him until you and that thing catch up?”

“And what if you get hurt?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, “I won’t, promise. I’ll follow far enough behind him that he won’t know I’m there. Promise.”

She tilts her head back, staring up at me with those big brown eyes. “Please? I want to help.”

>See if she can really manage the jumps first
>No Kara, it’s too risky
>Glad to have another hand on board.
>Write in

>>46151737
>Glad to have another hand on board.

>>46151737
>Glad to have another hand on board.

>>46151737
>Glad to have another hand on board.

>>46151737
>Glad to have another hand on board.

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Well…. Okay. “Glad to have another hand on board.” You nod. “Get some rest as soon as we get back then. It’ll be a long night. Cold one too.” She frowns over that, but nods, hurrying on ahead.

I fetch the bottle I bought out, thinking. Could smash it now, have the glass be prebroken, but like this it could also serve as a quasi blunt weapon, until it breaks….

You’ll keep it whole for now.

“Hey, short stuff!” Alison claps me on the back, a wood axe slung over her shoulder as she starts walking alongside me. “I heard all that. Now don’t go letting your little girlfriend get killed, ya hear me? Or I’ll wring yer damn neck. Got it?” She gives me a playful smile and shoves me on ahead, turning down the side of the house we’d be walking past.

So, that’s where she’s working.

Night falls swiftly, and Kara joins me on the street after another nap, Sarah looking worked to the bone as she heads upstairs.

I steal a ladder briefly, moving it to the roof that Springheel perched himself on. “Human child.” He greets, his back turned and our presence unannounced. “And… something else. Almost human, but not quite.” His head cranes around, snapping to Kara, long teeth exposed as he grins. “How curious.”

The girl ‘eep’s ducking behind me. “Springheel!” I cut in warningly. “She’s with me.”

The thing let’s out what is probably a laugh, “Relax, I mean no harm… One of his oversized arms raises, waving us towards him as he turns back to face the rest of the city. “Welcome, creature of another world. Your simple disguise does little to hide your nature from me.”

“I’m not a creature!” Kara pouts, offended, “I’m a person, just like Leon or… whatever you are.”

Springheel makes that laugh noise again. “Very well.” He lifts both arms, “Come, we’re going to the centre of town.”

I steel myself a little more,repositioning my staff and bag, warning Kara, before we launch upwards, less high this time, bouncing from rooftop to rooftop, topping maybe ten feet vertically per bound before we calm to a halt in the centre of the city.

The snow eases off, but the chill is still everpresent, as Springheel raises a finger to it’s lips. “Now, we wait, listen, and hope we get there before he strikes.

I’m about to protest his strategy, when a sharp scream breaks the night, not even that far from here.

Kara’s gone in a flash, leaping from the rooftop to the street below, her legs flexing under her, she lands gracefully on the snowy cobbles, bounding off, Springheel launching himself skywards without a word.

>Get down on the street level, it’ll be easier to stop him if you get there.
>Over the rooftops. Faster way to reach him, harder to stop
>Write in

>>46152212
>Get down on the street level, it’ll be easier to stop him if you get there.
Maybe we should have spoken to one of the town guards during the day? Tell him we're looking to snag that bounty, so they at least know we're going to be around at night?

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46152212
>Get down on the street level, it’ll be easier to stop him if you get there.
Rollan to gofast

>>46152212
>Get down on the street level, it’ll be easier to stop him if you get there

>>46152212
>Over the rooftops. Faster way to reach him, harder to stop

>>46152212
>Over the rooftops. Faster way to reach him, harder to stop

Alrighty, going down

Roll me a d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46152340
check my 1 lads

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46152340

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46152340

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>46152340
bun is for protecting

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46152340

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46152340

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>46152340

Alright, you need to get down there. You leap from one roof to the next house along, this one lower to the ground, before making a graceful landing on a snow bank, sprinting on behind Kara, her long legs letting her stay ahead, you can hear the woman’s screams growing louder, more desperate.

I round a corner, nearly bashing into the fleeing woman, you dodge around her, as the tall shape behind her tries to leap on her.

It feels like I’m watching him jump in slow motion for a second, before you swing my staff up, smashing the heavy end into his ribs with a crunch, before everything snaps back to normal speed.

The man rolls away, his long blade skittering loose and down, into a snow bank. He tries to lunge for it, but Kara reaches it first, leaping over him as he tries to slide for it on his belly, before she hurls the blade, tossing it into the nearby canal.

The man straightens making a choked hissing noise, his face hidden below the shadow of his hat, his cape billowing behind him.

“Little shits!” He growls, lunging at Kara, long bony fingers going for her neck, before I snatch her out of harm’s way.

“Get back Kara!” I warn her. The man strangles the air in front of him for a moment, before rounding and starting to bolt away, the heavy clanking of guard’s armour approaching quickly.

>After him now!
>Wait for the guards, you can corner him together.
>Write in

>>46152505
>After him now!
>Write in
Yell out to the guards, let them know where he's going and so that they guards don't mistake us for this creep.

>>46152505
>After him now!

>>46152505
>After him now!
>implying guards can catch him while wearing armor

>>46152505
>After him now!
muh bounty

>>46152505
>After him now!

and another d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>46152707
Feelin lucky!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>46152707

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>46152707
love

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>46152707
20 right here

>>46152505
>switching between first and second person
REEEE

>>46152770
lol he even used both in the same sentence

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>46152707

I charge after him, can’t let this guy get away, not now.

He whips down a side alley, Springheel leaping down to block his path as I pull in behind him.

The man seems unphased by the creature’s ghoulish appearance, jumping towards one wall, bouncing off of it and running along the other one for a few seconds, his shoes slipping down the wall until he lands on the ground.

What kind of trick is that? Is it magic?

No time to think. I duck between Springheel’s wideset legs, reaching into my bag, I grab the first thing that my fingers close around, the glass bottl coming out.

Nothing to it. I hurl the bottle aaaand- got him! I nail him right between the shoulders, sending him stumbling, the bottle bounces off, clinking loudly to the cobbles, but the thick glass doesn’t shatter.

I hear a loud CHOOM behind me, Springheel taking off again as I home in on the killer, before he manages to regain his feet, taking off again.

“No violence if we could.” Springheel roars from atop the roof, as the killer takes a sharp turn down a new alley, while I bounce off the wall to accomadate my turn.

He’s… just out of reach of my staff. Damn. We burst out into a wide street, a main one by the looks of it, the killer heading right towards the canals without slowing down, the icy air like knives in my lungs, adrenaline pumping in my veins…

I try to jab my staff between his feet, but he deftly sidesteps my attempts, leaping over the canals without hesitation. Thing’s nearly eight feet wide… but I’ve made worse.

I leap, hoping my strength will carry me far enough, before I sink like a rock at about three quarters of the way, before an extra surge carries me forwards the rest, Kara having jumped into my back and slammed us into the opposite side.

“Come on!” She pants, holding the bottle out.

I take it and we pound ahead, Kara leading, following his footsteps, as Springheel leaps high. “Here!” She calls, pointing down a dead end alley, the killer disappearing under a sewer grate.

No, can’t let him get away!

I take the bottle, hoping for a one in a million chance and….

It smashes against his face, the man screaming and slipping falling a short distance.

The two of us hurry forwards, peering down into the dark he’s disappeared into. Hole’s too small to for Springheel to fit.

>Kara, come with me.
>I’m going alone.
>Write in

>>46152949
>I’m going alone.

>>46152949
>I’m going alone

>>46152949
>Kara, come with me.

“Alright, I’m heading down there alone.” I tell her. “I need you to go fetch the guards, alright?”

She nods, hurrying off, while I stare down the dark pit. Come on Leon…

I climb down as fast as possible, squeezing my eyes shut to help adjust to the dark quicker.

He’s in here somewhere. His footsteps are echoing off the walls… his breath ragged, I just can’t tell where exactly I am. From the noise, I’m guessing a tunnel of some kind, but it’s hard to pin him down.

I step forwards, my foot crunching on broken glass, a sharp intake of breath. “You… you no good damn KID!” His voice bounces off the walls deafeningly. “You ruined my face!” A brick comes hurtling out of the dark, smashing off the wall, before I realise I’m still partly lit by the moonlight above, as obvious as firelight in this kind of dark.

I hurry into the dark, having a decent pinpoint on his location thanks to that brick… just need to think smart.

>Antagonise him into doing something stupid
>Trip him up and get him with the rope quickly
>You’ve got your staff, aim for his face.
>Write in

>>46153195
>You’ve got your staff, aim for his face.

>>46153195
>Antagonise him into doing something stupid
>Trip him up and get him with the rope quickly
We promised little violence and we need to honour it as much as possible.

>>46153195
>Antagonise him into doing something stupid
>Trip him up and get him with the rope quickly

And 2d20s for that

Rolled 2, 12 = 14 (2d20)

>>46153398

Rolled 12, 14 = 26 (2d20)

>>46153398

Rolled 20, 5 = 25 (2d20)

>>46153398

sorry, got dragged away, writing now

“Come on you coward, come fight me!” You bellow out, your voice echoing off the walls. “Or do you only like attacking women in the dark, is that it?”

He screams with fury, his feat beating in your direction, while you slip quietly up against the wall, before sidling away from your spot, across the room. “Big man with a big knife? Why’d you do it? Your parents didn’t love you? Scorned by a woman? I’ve heard it all from my father!”

“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!” He comes charging in your direction again, and you prepare to swing low.

Now!

I slam it into his ankle, feeling it bust out from under him. He goes down, crashing into my legs, screaming again, trying to claw at me, before I kick him loose, fetching the rope out, I manage to get his legs together and bind them.

He claws at them futilely for a moment and I manage to get his wrists too, tying him to the base of the iron ladder leading down here. “You’re going to jail.” I pant, relaxing back against the wall, sagging down it.

“No! NONONONONONO!” He snarls like an animal, chewing at the cords. He’s not getting through those any time soon.

“Did you apprehend him, human child?” Springheel calls down from above.

“Sure did.” Inod, “Might wanna clear out for a bit though. Guards are coming.”

He takes off, jumping to the further, as the clanking of amour approaches, the killers attempts to escape growing more panicked. “Down here.” I call, a heavyset guard descending the ladder slowly, staring at the man.

“This here is Springheel?” The guard asks, while I strike a candle.

“Not his actual name. Springheel’s just a moniker he adopted.” I assure him, picking up the man’s wallet, dropped in the scuffle. “Says here his name is Jack Larkson.”

“Jack?” The guard snorts, while the second one descends. “Well, Jack, you’re coming in, y’hear?” They haul him to his feet, the two guards give me a long look. “You took him down, did you?” They ask, derision clear in their tones.

>Sure did, I’ve had a lot of training.
>Well, I had help from my girlfriend
>You can take half the bounty if you don’t spread any information about me.
>Write in

>>46153803
>Sure did, I’ve had a lot of training.

>>46153803
>Sure did, I’ve had a lot of training.
>Well, I had help from my girlfriend
>You can take half the bounty if you don’t spread any information about me.
>Get anything more like this, or other weird stuff, send it my way.

>>46153803
>Sure did, I’ve had a lot of training.
>Write in
"Fine, take a quarter of the bounty and the credit, just give me the rest. It'll do your careers good, right."
These fuckers are going to take the credit and the bounty, most likely.

>>46153873
Really shouldn't be talking about Kara, because they're going to want to see her face and take the hood off.
And remember that this is the town that has the town-killing church in it? I think it's a really bad idea to tell people who readily accept a church that goes around killing entire villages at the rumor of a witch, and executes Spooks like us for dealing with the supernatural, that we can handle more supernatural stuff.

>>46153803
>>46153907
Good point. I'll change my vote >>46153873 to support your post, I suppose.

roll me a d20 for CONFIDENCE for reasons

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46153955

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46153955
For confidence!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>46153955

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>46153955
Confidence? From Leon?
Then I guess we're going to be in for a bad time.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46153955

>>46153963
>>46153981
>>46154014
I suppose we should tailor our write-ins to more accurately reflect what the Dice Gods demand of Leon.

I nod a little proudly, “Sure did. I’ve had a lot of training.”

They exchange sceptical glances, their fingers tightening on their spears. “That so?” The taller guard asks, adjusting his buckler shield.

“Y-yes?” I clear my throat. “T-tell you what. You two can split a quarter of the bounty between you… and take the all the credit for it. That’ll go a long way for your careers right?”

The heavier one bangs his spear’s butt against the floor menacingly. “Just a quarter? That ain’t so much to me.” He growls, before the taller one cuffs him over the head.

“You want them to find out we killed a kid Dennis?” He sighs, “Kid’s not much of a threat, but I don’t want that on my book. We’ll still be rich with a quarter between us. C’mon.”

The tall one climbs up first, and I follow, with the heavy one jabbing Larkson up the ladder. I spot glowing eyes up on the roof for a moment, before Springheel bursts away, up into the night. It’s a short walk to the guard’s quarters for the north part of town. The tall guard takes the lead, grabbing Larkson and shoving him in, declaring himself the one who brought the killer down.

Kara comes shivering out of the cold, wrapping herself against my chest as we wait outside, whoops of applause and jealous grumblings arising as Larkson is dragged into prison, the girl that had escaped the murder attempt consolidating that Larkson is the killer.

“You scared me down there.” She murmurs. “I should have gone with you.”

I shake my head, chin scraping the top of her skull. “Too dangerous, guy was out for our blood by that point. I don’t mean in as an insult, but you’d be getting in the way down there.”

She sighs, “You’re right… I guess.” I can feel her ears twitch through her hood, “Guard’s coming back.” She mentions, slipping to stand behind me, as the tall guard re-emerges, weighing too sacks. One hefty and jingling, while the other is smaller, but still respectable.

“Pleasure doing business with ye. From the new outpost second in commander.” He winks, tossing the heavier bag to you, before pulling the door shut quickly.

Just to make sure, I check the bag, but yep… looks like 750 gold in there. “Is that a lot?” Kara asks.

“Average spook job will net us one of these.” I tell her, before fishing a copper out. “Each one is worth a hundred of these, or ten silvers.”

“Jeez. They really wanted that guy brought in.” She muses. “Where did Springheel end up anyway?”

I glance around at the nearby rooftops, but…. Nothing. Kara tucks herself inside my cloak for extra warmth, as the snow starts to fall softly again, the flakes greasy and ashy.

“Should we head back?” Kara asks, half tugging at my arm.

>Alright, call it a night
>Call the things name
>You did good tonight, thanks Kara
>Write in

>>46154144
>Call the things name
>You did good tonight, thanks Kara

>>46154144
>Call the things name
>You did good tonight, thanks Kara

>>46154144
>You did good tonight, thanks Kara

I give her one more squeeze, “Thanks for the help tonight Kara, you did good.”

“I know.” She smirks back, tugging a little harder.

“Just… gimme one second. Okay?” I stare up at the rooftops, “Springheel! You up there!”

Silence for a moment, then. “Have they beheaded him?” The voice rasps down, a gargoyle creeping up over the roof of the outpost. “The imposter?”

I shake my head, “Not yet. I assume they want to make it public for a killer that large. Put the crowds at ease… maybe give him a beating or two.”

Springheel snorts angrily at that, a hard rush of air blowing my hood back, just from him exhaling. “I see. Very well.” He turns on his heel, strutting backwards, “Thank you for your co-operation, son of man, daughter of rabbit.”

“I’m not a rabbit!” Kara yells after him, Springheel refusing to answer as he disappears. She stamps her foot futilely for moment, before tugging my arm again, “I DON’T like that… thing.” She declares.

“It’s…. Strange.” I nod. It was acting rather different tonight than he had last night though...weird. Kara keeps tugging me on, as I pack the bounty away, as deep as it gets inside my bag.

By the time we make it back to the Bulls Head, the spook is waiting in my room, sitting on my bed as we enter. “Well? Is it done then?” He asks, scratching idly at the brand the church put in his leg.

I nod wordlessly fetching out our prize and tossing it to him. “I let some guards take credit for it, along with a quarter of the pay, make some friends, keep them quiet… you know.”

He nods for a moment, struggling to hold such a bag in one hand, before he sets it down. “I notice that there’s only two beds in the room.” He says in a manner so calm that I can sense the danger in it. “You put the healer’s girl in with me. And the redheaded lass is snoring in that one.” He points to Alison, comfortably asleep. “That leaves you, and the girl… and only one bed.” He narrows his eyes.

“We-” Kara starts, before Mr Johnson lifts a long bone white hair from the pillow.

>I’ve been sleeping on the floor
>It was just to save money, we couldn’t afford a third room
>Well… Kara and I like each other.
>Write in

>>46154609
>we couldn’t afford a third room

>>46154609
>we couldn’t afford a third room

>>46154609
>The first rule is always the hardest.

>>46154609
>We were studying Lapine and Human relations, purely scientific

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“We couldn’t afford a third room, we’d have been out on the street days ago, and with you recovering like this….” I trail off, giving a tentative smile.

Kara nods, “A-and since we’re the smallest, we figured it’d be best if we shared. If I shared with anyone else, they might see…” She points at her head.

He twists his mouth, but gives a short curt nod. “Alright… at least you’ve thought up an excuse.” He sighs. “Well, I’m half tempted to use some of this,” He jiggles the sack of gold, “To get an extra room… but that would be an impractical waste.” He shakes his head, before jabbing a finger in my direction. “Don’t go doing anything stupid boy, I mean it.”

I nod, “Yes sir. I won’t.”

He squints, but stands, taking the money with him as he moves to the door. “Make sure you get a good night sleep then.” He orders. “We’ve got spook work tomorrow. Heading into the ruins of that church you cooked.”

>End of Episode 14

Mr Johnson's a pretty cool guy.

Thanks for the thread, Chuckles.

>>46154935
I cant wait to hear about the witch he fell in love with

>>46155004
You think so?