George
Rae's Fingers were, in fact, frequented by smugglers and thieves for the very reason that Calliope had identified: they were usually deserted, with those who entered being prone to getting hopelessly lost. It was one reason why George was always careful when he came to the Fingers; he followed the smugglers' signs and didn't deviate from their path. He was no explorer, and he had little interest in becoming one.
Which was why, when he heard the singing, he was, at first, Very Uninterested. Whatever fool had come down here to take advantage of the acoustics was none of his concern, no matter how lovely their voice. But as the time wore on and his contact still didn't show, George became bored. It was clear that his contact wasn't coming, and with that realization, it dawned on him that he shouldn't stick around, just in case his contact had been intercepted and given away their meeting location.
Pushing off the wall where he leaned, he looked back the way he had come. There were other ways out of the tunnels, and given his cautious nature where his thieving was involved, he was inclined to use one of them. Maybe he would even investigate this mysterious singing on his way out.
When he found Calliope, it was with a modicum of surprise that he stopped to stare. It was not his first time to see one of the merfolk, but he'd never seen one in the Fingers, much less one who seemed to be content to simply sit (swim?) and sing. Still, he was curious, and he lingered on the fringes, not wishing to interrupt but not quite ready to leave, either.
Which was why, when he heard the singing, he was, at first, Very Uninterested. Whatever fool had come down here to take advantage of the acoustics was none of his concern, no matter how lovely their voice. But as the time wore on and his contact still didn't show, George became bored. It was clear that his contact wasn't coming, and with that realization, it dawned on him that he shouldn't stick around, just in case his contact had been intercepted and given away their meeting location.
Pushing off the wall where he leaned, he looked back the way he had come. There were other ways out of the tunnels, and given his cautious nature where his thieving was involved, he was inclined to use one of them. Maybe he would even investigate this mysterious singing on his way out.
When he found Calliope, it was with a modicum of surprise that he stopped to stare. It was not his first time to see one of the merfolk, but he'd never seen one in the Fingers, much less one who seemed to be content to simply sit (swim?) and sing. Still, he was curious, and he lingered on the fringes, not wishing to interrupt but not quite ready to leave, either.
