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[@Silver Carrot][@Scyntell][/center][hr][i]"Get away from Lark you stinking dog before I turn you into a pincushion."[/i] The moment Gellert heard the telltale clicking of a crossbow, his hand immediately moved to grip the hilt of Dire out of instinct. That dirty little boy would've met steel hallowed with Fae craftsmanship were it not for his 'guardian' calling him to stand down.

If the Grey Wolf could give Lark Sylvsson credit for anything, it had to be for hiding his fear so expertly beneath a guise of the man of advantage. Prior to making his move, Gellert had decided to allow a few words out of his prey before arresting him proper, in case he needed to make a few last request or beg for mercy. Turns out they were wasted on petty boasts and threats most likely to be empty, even going so far to appeal to the old man's nonexistent thirst for riches. It was at that moment, when he offered the deal, that the Grey Wolf saw desperation incarnate.

The Rogues' Gallery was filled with the most uneasy of silences for a moment until Gellert defiantly unsheathed Dire and slashed forward at...the coin purse, all in a swift motion encapsulating barely a second. Gold pieces rained down onto the dilapidated tavern floor, making those endearing clinking metallic sounds that men and women of greed seemed to never tire of hearing. The blade missed Lark's anything entirely; the thief was left intact and would presumably only feel a tuft of wind and the sudden spike of adrenaline.

[color=888866][b]"By what means does a bird who thirsts for riches tempt the wolf who thirsts for blood?"[/b][/color] Gellert asked the boy, resting the sharp end of Dire on his shoulder as if knighting him. [color=888866][b]"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."[/b][/color] He sheathed Dire on his backstrap and held out his hand invitingly to Lark. This was his first and last chance at a completely peaceful arrest that involved no violence whatsoever and chances were, the boy knew it. Whether he'd take the chance as it came was up to his immature mind.