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Lark's soul had come close to leaving its fleshy cage right there and then as he felt the wind and weight of a sword press against his hand. He could hardly make out even a scant of movement as metal flashed before his eyes. As the previously silent tavern rang with the sound of tumbling coin all Lark was left with was a scrap of cloth and a sudden queasiness. Dropping the cloth Lark open and closed his hand experimentally almost as if he couldn't believe it was still attached. Everything was going from bad to worse for Lark and didn't look to be getting any better.

"By what means does a bird who thirsts for riches tempt the wolf who thirsts for blood," The sellsword growled, "You mistake my profession for my desire, boy. The bounty on your head cannot be paid by mere coin. Only with justice long overdue. Now, come with me if you want this to end well for you, me and everyone under this roof, really." This left Lark momentarily stunned as he sifted through the collected information on Gellert in his mind. Every time he came back to Wellborough with a kill he'd bring it to the Guard to trade in for a bounty. His actions were not unlike any other sellsword who wouldn't lift a finger if he weren't being paid for it previously. Lark was flabbergasted as he tried to wrap his head around the idea and came upon a consensus that his best plan of action was to simply comply and turn himself in. At least then he could bribe his way out of the dungeons and he'd be back on the prowl in no time.

"It appears," Lark paused as he looked over the children who have begun to crowd around the fae, "That I have completely no choice in the matter. What kind of damned sellsword are ya anyways? What sort of profit ya makin' with this? None. A waste of your time. Don't you have lives to steal?" Lark spat as he glanced over at the fae. He had long since caught her look seeing the meaning hidden behind it. However Lark still assumed this fae to be an elvish child and refused to bring danger to her. Giving her a meaningful smile he cautiously stepped forward towards Gellert with his hands held in front of him. Given the sellsword's previous action with his sword Lark wished to give him no reason to pull it out once more. He was a thief, not a mugger, and had no skill in combat. If he had time to prepare he'd never have been in this situation in the first place. 

"I'll be gone for a little while, little ones. Mink you're in charge now and all of what belongs to me belong to you until I come back. Do try and keep your brothers and sisters well fed and spoiled any way you know how." He said with a wink as he stood in front of Gellert. "Well then, dog. It's time ya introduced me to the illustrious captain of the Guard then, hmm? It's time to collect that oh so fearsome bounty on my head." His words were cold, but his facial features were ugly when he thought of abandoning the children. It was purely the fact that he knew he would be able to bribe his way back out in hardly a fortnight that kept him from flying in a rage.