Maraly was suspicious of everyone and that included this kid. She scanned him carefully, trying to discern how truthful he was.
"So... what do you propose we do then? 'Cause it sounds like you know this Peter person, and it sounds like he has my friends. So I'm not letting you+
"well . . . " he rubbed the back of his neck. "if she still had it, yes."
"she used it to save me, when my great-grandfather stole peter's island, his identity . . . everything!"
a short pause followed, before quickly adding: "but we don't have to worry about him no »»
The knife lowered further down until Maraly sheathed it with a hard sigh. If this kid insisted on being cryptic, then she'd play along.
"So, if I'm understandin' ya right, we need this bean to get to Peter and Janner and Kalmar?" She asked, continuing in a moment. "Meaning, +
"sorry.."
he pulled his hands away from his ears. he didn't know why he was apologising, he just felt like he should.
"if they're with peter, which we hope, then they're perfectly safe. peter isn't a bad person β not this one anyway.."
then, with a hint of pride creeping »»
Maraly wasn't frightened, or at least, that's what she told herself. She reached inside her cloak and pulled out a dagger, brandishing it toward the much taller figure.
"No, should I have?" She asked, a heavy accent resembling Scottish origin seasoned her words.
The strander girl watches as @deceiveswitch steps from the shadows. She was wearing a ratty, tattered cloak, a hood hiding her dirty face. She took a step back and took a cautious pose.
"Who are you?" She asked, scowling beneath her hood.
+"If you know how to get to Janner and Kalmar... to get to this Peter fella, I'd be grateful. Their family misses them somethin' fierce and... they're both kinda important."
The outburst put Maraly on edge, she brandished her knife again, but instead of immediately attacking amd subduing Henry, as she may have done as a strander, Maraly took a step back and held the knife at arms length as a warning!
"L-look..." she began, her voice somehow softer,+
that word. crazy.
it repeated in his mind, until suddenly, it wasn't maraly's voice he heard anymore β it was his mother's instead.
hands clasped over his ears, blocking them both out. there was one thing he hated most of all, and that was being made out to be crazy.
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