Allistair
walked into the club. He had spotted Stephy, and had seen him
gambling his money, and his time, away. Allistair mentally rolled his
eyes.
I've
only been under his employment for a few days now, and I'm already
utterly disappointed, he thought.
He
walked over to him, noticing that Stephy was winning by more than
Allistair cared to count. Looking down on him, he could see a very
well executed poker face plastered onto the Baron's face.
"Good
evening Captain. I don't mean to intrude, I just wanted to check up
on you. The crew and I were a little concerned about you and Miss
Tawny leaving the ship," whispered Allistair.
"Oh
it's quite alright Longfinger, we're just relaxing a bit before we
shove off tomorrow," replied Stephy in a half attentive voice.
Even
more quietly, Allistair whispered in the Baron's ear,
"I'd
also like to apologize for my earlier behaviour, I meant no harm to
you in the slightest."
"Don't
worry about it my boy, I understand your motives completely."
Stephy
then turned his attention to one of his fellow gamblers, whom he
seemed to know, with a confused look upon his face.
"Have
you seen Tawny anywhere? She's been absent for twenty minutes,"
he inquired, although he didn't sound concerned.
The
gambler shook his head. Allistair then saw a chance to be of service,
for since the age of sixteen he had made a covenant with whom his
people referred to as "The Gardener".
"I
could fetch her for you if you'd like of me Captain," he
offered.
Stephy
merely shrugged and casually uttered, "If you wish."
