"I know how room keys work," Trinket said. She took the key without interest, having already dismissed the inn from her mind. She held the key for a short while as they walked, but after a bit, it simply fell forgotten from her hand. She didn't notice when it fell into the snow.
She listened to his explanations about the bounties, holding her doll by one arm, its porcelain feet dangling on the tavern floor. She tilted her head to the side as she studied the picture of the murderer. Curious.
"If this man has a bounty on him for killing someone, and I kill him, will someone put a bounty out on me? How is bounty hunting different than murder?"
She listened to his explanations about the bounties, holding her doll by one arm, its porcelain feet dangling on the tavern floor. She tilted her head to the side as she studied the picture of the murderer. Curious.
"If this man has a bounty on him for killing someone, and I kill him, will someone put a bounty out on me? How is bounty hunting different than murder?"
