ELOISE
His silence was near enough like a slap that Eloise recoiled a tiny amount, her eyes narrowed with soft suspicion and even a touch of intrigue. 'Well if it is, make sure I'm buried in something pretty." He wouldn't, and she knew it.
Swallowing and nodding, Eloise let her expression grow solemn and serious as did her thoughts. "Raza. Owner of the Hanged Man." She recited. "And the innkeeper." Both owned businesses that attracted all sorts, both with rooms upon rooms only meant for certain eyes. Both who knew things that usually benefited Jack greatly.
There had been the trader, but other than a bit of errant gossip and perhaps a few lucky guesses when it came to gambling, seemed unimportant. Eloise thought perhaps the person they were meant to meet in the alley had been one of Jack's many fences...but that the captain had changed their course so quickly was a mystery all on its own.
Swallowing and nodding, Eloise let her expression grow solemn and serious as did her thoughts. "Raza. Owner of the Hanged Man." She recited. "And the innkeeper." Both owned businesses that attracted all sorts, both with rooms upon rooms only meant for certain eyes. Both who knew things that usually benefited Jack greatly.
There had been the trader, but other than a bit of errant gossip and perhaps a few lucky guesses when it came to gambling, seemed unimportant. Eloise thought perhaps the person they were meant to meet in the alley had been one of Jack's many fences...but that the captain had changed their course so quickly was a mystery all on its own.
but hungry dogs are never loyal
