Pain pulsed thru him and Bane was forced to shift back, his body tense in pain. He was panting hard, his whole body tensed and vibrating in the pain of having to make a fast shift. Bane cursed and sat up, his eyes closed. 

Scarlet stared and then looked at the girl. “Easy, love...his not a threat. This is Bane Clawson...his a shifter. But a gentle one. I was kidding about the scary guy thing...” bane fought to get up, glaring at Greasly. 

“You...bloody...you asked me...to keep an eye out on the port...don’t play...dumb...bloody that hurt...” he leaned against the bar, breathing hard. Scarlet looked at the older gentleman and nodded. “Ya, I have a few rooms. Bane is using one cause his place isn’t safe right now.” Bane waved his hand at Claire. “It’s...nice to meet you...I didn’t mean to scary you...I just didn’t want you to get lost or grabbed in the city...my human form scared you so I thought my wolf side would be able to lead you here then I knew you got here safe and sound...” 

He pulled himself onto a stool, his whole body shaking. “How did you do that?”

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Midnight rolled her eyes and said “I stick to facts. I don’t assume things. And the rebels are not behind this. I know their style and this isn’t it...it’s not a relationship, it’s knowing ones foes better then the public and nobles...not that it is very hard to know more then the courts these days...”

When she swayed she felt his hand help steady her as her vision decided to work again. She held her head then looked at him, a small frown on her lips. He wasn’t like the other nobles. He didn’t seem like a moron for one. And he seemed to actually give a darn of what was going on. 

She nodded and said “alright then...you have yourself a deal. You aid in my search for the missing souls, and I will do everything I can to find your sister.” She held out her hand to shake on the their deal, Fenrir already sniffing the area for clues. She turned and saw him moving away from them and said “come, my faithful companion seems to be on the trail of something....”

She moved away and started to follow the hound, making sure not to show weakness again in front of this noble. She had a feeling she couldn’t let her guard down around him at all. Fenrir stopped and looked up at her, sitting down. She bent down and picked up a small cloth. It was a torn shirt by the looks, nice fabric and a gold button on the edge. 

“This must be from our noble lad...they are getting sloppy...” she stood and held out the cloth for the other to see. She looked around and flicked her wrist. Shadows moved up and she said “seek and find” the shadows shot out and started searching the park. 

She sighed and rubbed her temple, a headache pounding.