That’s the price of secrecy

Horus watched the whole scene, arms crossed and a broad grin plastered on his face as Ruth swayed through the song with all the finesse of a drunken sailor. It was a familiar sight, and Horus knew exactly how this went.

He leaned over the table, still chuckling, and raised his half-empty mug in Ruth's direction as he finished. That, my friend, was nothing short of bloody genius. He chuckled, glancing at the smattering of onlookers still enthralled by the spectacle. If the lootin’ business ever dries up, you've got yourself a career right there, Ruthie. Might even find yourself a *decent* lady or two. The sober type, y’know? He winked, watching as Ruth handed the lute back with all the exaggerated grace of a seasoned performer.

Horus lifted his drink in another salute, his voice lilting as he continued, Here’s to Jenny, Screech, and every unlucky soul between! Savvy?

With that, he downed the last of his pint, savoring the buzz of rum, laughter, and mystery thick in the air. He knew, of course, that Ruth’s appetite for trouble would outlive any warning, and that was fine by him. Trouble kept things interesting—and tonight, well, they were just getting started.

@Ruth Yoesif
@Theodora Oridotti