(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Nay, I think a little off th' top would suffice for putting Trist through tha..."
she hissed.
"I said ease up. Give him the chance to speak."
Annah pursed her lips, then sighed as she slid the blades back into her cuffs.
Lenny felt along his neck as I spoke, "Why did you keep them, Lenny?
Blackmail, I assume."
Regaining his composure, he snorted and gave me a defiant look. "I kept
them so I could turn stag on your boss Pikit and keep Trist off the block!" He
shook his head. "Blackmail my arse..."
I blinked, "Why turn stag on him?"
He looked at me with some pride. "I may be a thief, but I do have some
standards. I won't kill some poor sod, and I won't do what Pikit did to Trist
and her husband." He shook his head and looked away. "I told your boss
that what he was doing was wrong, and he laughed at me."
"So there is honor among thieves after all..." I scratched my chin, "Well,
you'll be happy to know that Pikit is not my boss."
He stared at me in disbelief. "You serious? I thought... but you said..." He
watched closely for a moment and then laughed. "You gave me the peel so
I'd spill the chant to you!" He shook his head and looked at me with respect.
"Good job, cutter."
I smiled, "Let's go get the papers, Lenny."
He shook his head sadly. "We can't, they're in the warehouse and they're
not open for business right now. Rumor has it there's some sort of
management change going on... but I don't know if that's true. In any case, I
can't get the papers." He looked at me sheepishly. "That's why I haven't
helped Trist myself, cutter. I can't get the sodding papers."
"I'll look into this and get the papers myself then." Dak'kon nodded in
approval and Annah hissed impatiently.
453