George
Those were clearly the magic words, and as Flora poked a finger against his chest, George grinned - this time with something lacking the flirtation that had been at the forefront and altogether more feral. Whatever he'd been expecting of this chance meeting, this was far better, and as they walked into the back room, George saw more than the dusty remnants of the once grand thieves' haven: he saw a new opportunity.
This was going to be big.
And Flora, it seemed, knew the importance of the Hanged Man and its back room, understood the meaning that it would have for the underbelly of the region - hell, for the underbelly of Caido itself. And so it was that George met her eyes with a matching solemnity and said, "I'm in."
This was going to be big.
And Flora, it seemed, knew the importance of the Hanged Man and its back room, understood the meaning that it would have for the underbelly of the region - hell, for the underbelly of Caido itself. And so it was that George met her eyes with a matching solemnity and said, "I'm in."
