"Not quite yet," you tell her. "Got a little more interrogatin' ta do first. Feel like I'm developin' a proper rapport with the chap."
Okay, then. I'll wait out here until you're ready.
"Ye wouldn't rather wait inside?"
I've been inside since this city was young. It's nice to be under the stars.
"Ye were in that dump the whole time?"
I asked the Choir to let me come out once, but they wouldn't let me and I didn't want them to get angry with me.
"Makes sense. By the way," you say, reaching into your sleeves, "take one o' these so ye don't have ta worry about my ward."
She takes the proffered cross and, after some twiddling, slips it around the tip of one of her tentacles.
Thank you.
"I'll see if I can't whip up an industrial-sized one for ye once this is all over. Be back in a bit."
You re-enter the chapel at approximately the same time Liam's escorts return with their much more comfortable-looking charge. They appear to have redone his knots after struggling with the logistics of pissing while hogtied, and he's now got his hands and feet bound together with a longer length of rope to allow for rudimentary shuffling. The Powder Kegs keep their weapons trained on him as he makes his way towards his original spot, but return to maintenance once they see you.
"Feelin' better?" you ask as the big man takes an awkward seat.
"Fuckin' heavenly, that was."
You give him a solid backhand. "Not in front o' the kids."
"Fair enough," he says, idly massaging his bright-red cheek with a shoulder. "What else you want to know?"
"This School o' Mensis, for one. Ye said ye don't know their big plans, but a general overview'd be nice."
"Offshoot of Byrgenwerth. Had some philosophical differences with them and the Choir, I'm told. Somethin' to do with what kind of blood's the key to unlockin' the secrets of the universe."
"That doesn't tell me much."
"I'm the muscle. They give me food and a place to sleep, I go and deal with people who would snap those arrogant little pricks in half. You look like you're in the same boat."
"You have no idea." You nod towards his burlap sack, which he's mashed up into a sad little seat cushion. "So who all do ye put in there? Any kids?"
"Nah, not kids. Older folks mostly, ones who live alone and won't be missed. More subtle that way."
You raise an eyebrow. "Where'd ye say yer base was again?"
"Through an abandoned chapel downslope of the Grand Cathedral," he says, pointing in its general direction. "Maybe a minute's walk from there."
"So ye go ta all this trouble ta be sneaky with yer kidnappin' but put the front door twenty fuckin' feet from the most important buildin' in the city."
"Not my department."
You pause to look around the room. Eileen's in the corner wringing blood from her feathers while Arianna offers tips, Iosefka's teaching the kids how to change an IV, and Agatha is trying to coax the paranoid guy from his little debris in much the same fashion as one would a raccoon.
It's like you never left Iscariot.
"From one professional to another," you say, hunkering down for another round, "why a sack?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that thing's gotta be murder on your shoulder, and the people in there could give you a right whack on the kidneys. Why not a big wicker backpack of some kind? Distribute the weight a little better, have a little more rigidity ta discourage thrashin'."
"Never thought of that. Probably why I'm just the muscle."
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