Franziska narrowed her eyes at him."Did you not hear me? I said you would make a terrible apprentice. If the other scarabs don't decide to dismiss you, the church would kill you simply for association."
Franziska inhaled, shifting her gaze to the side. "...but perhaps, perhaps you can learn. If you are willing to admit you were wrong then perhaps, just maybe, there is hope for you yet."
Smiling, she focused her gaze back on him. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about where you came from, heh."
Still, this wasn't an idea apprentice at all. He let his emotions get the better of him, for one. Secondly, she wasn't quite sure he had what it took. A certain...astute mind was needed for the order. A curious mind willing to go to all lengths to discover something, even if it meant harming ones self. Fear and anger were a detriment to such things. A scarab quickly learned that such things were what got one killed.
But perhaps, as she said, he could learn."...alright. Very well. Wonderful. I shall keep to my word. I shall teach and protect you, and in return you shall help with my research...and for now I must find you some proper attire. Your first task is to learn what you can of this world, and as such we shall head to the library."
Franziska motioned for him to follow, leading him up the stairs before spinning on her heels and facing him rather abruptly."A word of warning. Do not mention 'scarabs' or 'the illuminated' in public. I shall teach you more of us when we are in private, certain not to draw ears."
She warned,placing a finger inches from his face. "I will help you until a point, but I will not help with sheer stupidity or carelessness."
She spun back around, leading him out of the small underground lab into the heat of the sun above. Walking into the open air, Franziska caught the sounds of the slavery auctions. Someone was causing a trouble, hm? And goodness, so expensive. She cast a glance, eyeing a particularly fit and admittedly cute boy, but it was no longer any of her business since she had no intention of taking a slave, so she began leading him to the library.
Perhaps now would be a good time to ask questions about where he was, or if he was more interested in her personally.
City Event - The Dragon in the Slums
Carlo listened to the Heretic with mild seeming interest. It was difficult to read him, though his somewhat gruff appearance made him seem a bit dishonest, or perhaps sleazy. The Den Owner eyed the ring with passive eyes as it was mentioned, something seeming to go through his head as the Heretic before him told of his plight. When he was done, he was silent for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully before a slow grin spread across Carlo's features."My dear heretic...I think I can help you with that little problem of yours."
He said, moving to a seat opposite of the boy. "And you are just the key we need to complete this little heist of yours, and when we're done with it we'll be the richest men in Venedig. Let me introduce you to the crew."
Motioning to the thin man. "This here is Elia. He'll be helping us with any locks between us and the vaults. That over there is Oscar."
The burly man gave the heretic a grunt in reply, but otherwise didn't seem to acknowledge his presence. "He'll be making sure to take care of any trouble we run into. Guards, you know. If there's a problem, he'll make it go away."
He chcukled darkly. "And the two pretty ladies over there is Claudette and Edith. They're our magic experts. Run into any sort of magical problems, they'll take care of them. Now then..."
Carlo motioned over to Oscar, who bought out a few scrolls of paper, quickly unrolling them onto the table. A map of the bank."The boys here can handle almost anything...almost. Which is where you come in."
He eyed the Heretic suspiciously. "There's too many magical traps to account for. The defenses are almost impossible to crack, even for an expert. Anyone but a guard tries to get through them, and you can say goodbye to the rest of your life."
He chuckled, a bit, leaning back in the chair. "...but I hear you may have a way to get our little band of merry thieves through it with your...unique brand of skills."