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"Idiot klepto! The Grey Wolf just isn't someone you can run from!"

It was normally rowdy at the Rogues' Gallery given the nature of its customers, but today was especially so. Mink and the other children who used the tavern as a safe haven were all panicking after Lark's declaration. There were even some who put down their drinks to give Lark an odd look. His history at the Rogues' Gallery was not a normal one, but everyone who knew Lark knew he wasn't completely suicidal. He was brash, impulsive, and reckless, yes, but not suicidal. A small amount of laughter even rang out through the tavern as one patron tossed down a few pieces of gold.

"Seems like Sylv's number is finally up! Barkeep, get the kiddos a round on me. They're going to need it when the wolf rips out his throat." This was met with more than a few venomous glares as the man sat there and downed his drink merrily. There was a certain code of honor to be had amongst thieves. It was every man for himself, but respect was to be given where respect was due. Lark has earned his fair share of respect despite his antagonistic ways. 

"Oh blow it up yer arse. We don't wanna hear it," Mink spat as he continued to give Lark pleading looks, "Plus Lark here can--" Whatever Mink was about to say was immediately interrupted when the door banged open and the whole tavern, normally filled to the brim with noise, fell completely silent.

"Lark Sylvsson. Thief, burglar and extortionist," Lark heard a threatening voice call out from the entrance, "You are to come with me and be served justice. Do so calmly and peacefully, please, I've already had to mutilate one criminal this morning." Speak of the Devil and you step on his tail. In this case it was a wolf in man-form. Immediately the children began to crowd around Lark protectively as Gellert drew closer and closer. Lark watched as Gellert approached while attempting to hide the shock and nervousness from his face. Lark was not expecting Gellert to show up so soon and had planned to slip away as soon as he was finished pacifying the children. He was about to respond to Gellert's demand when something had caught Lark's eye. A small elfish child who Lark had never seen before had followed Gellert into the tavern and begun to mingle with the children around him. Almost immediately the matter with Gellert was banished from his mind as he reached into his vest and grabbed a broken rock that exposed sparking crystals that had formed inside of it.

"Hello little one. I don't think I've seen you here before, but the world is cruel and I see new faces around here far often than I'd like," He said as he knelt next to the elfish child with a genuine smile on his face, "Here take this. You'll be able to sell or trade it for some food either here or in the markets." The other patrons in the tavern couldn't help but sigh as Lark revealed his biggest flaw. When something caught his eye there was nothing that could distract him from it. Children, especially the kinds of children you find in the lawless area, were one of those things. Placing the rock in the elfish child's hand Lark stood back up and stared back at Gellert like nothing had even happened.

"Tsk, only my friends get to call me Lark. The likes of you can stick with calling me Sylv." Lark was annoyed as he recalled on the fact that Gellert had called him Lark. 

"You know you are quite brave to walk in here alone. Although I guess they wouldn't call you the Grey Wolf otherwise. Like a lone wolf here you are, and you'll die like one if you're not careful," Lark said as he glared at the man. "This is the lawless zone after all. You might scare some here, but don't think you scare us all. There's quite a few who owe me favours, after all." Gellert being this close to him actually put on quite a lot of pressure on his mind and Lark was sprinting through his list of ideas in order to find something to save his hide. It was true that many people owed him favors, but only a few were in the vicinity, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to cash in on them. This was Gellert after all, and here in the lawless zone the law of the jungle prevailed. It was then that a clicking sound could be heard as a thin, weaselly, thirteen year old child hefted a small crossbow in his hands. It was smaller than one normally used by adults, and had a lever built in which assisted in cocking it.

"Get away from Lark you stinking dog before I turn you into a pincushion." Mink, who had disappeared earlier while Lark was distracted with the elfish child, was now standing on a balcony with a crossbow aimed directly at Gellert. Lark looked up at Mink with a look of crisis in his eyes. If Mink were to fire at Gellert--and miss--who knew what the man would do to him. He wasn't about to see Mink get himself hurt on Lark's accord. Suddenly an idea lit up in his mind and he pulled out a sack of coins.

"Mink, no need to be so quick on the trigger. I was just about to offer this sellsword a deal. After all he is just a sellsword, and sellswords love their coin just as much as thieves do. There is a bounty on my head so it makes sense that you're here, dog. So how about it? I'll triple that piddling little bounty you've accepted. In return don't let me see that face again, eh? Nothing spoils the drink more than the smell of wet dog."