Murder in the Streets.

[Vanidor]

His hand had closed upon the scabbard the moment it had been presented. Fingers curled 'round it's metal throat and raised up before his singular eye. Perhaps he had been on the verge of speaking again. Saying something about the scabbard... It was a remakable piece of workmanship. But then she spoke the name of the one who had worn it. The silence that followed was... deafening. And it went on for several long minutes, the Duke only staring at her with that eye of his.

When he finally spoke, it was as if her words had been nothing. Oh, yes, it was a death threat. But he'd had those before. Numerous ones, and they had always been taken care of. But this was Silus. Everyone who had been at that fight knew he had been lucky to beat the other man, then. True, it had been nearly ten years. He'd gotten better since then... But what of Silus? Had he, too, gotten better?

"Master Silus and I have history, thank you for the report." Courteous, at least. The fact that she was a thief did not seem to bother him all that much. Or, at least, he did not allow it to show so. "I will understand if you wish to remain here for a time. If this is your desire, then you are free to linger here as long as you wish. Though we will charge you a shilling per day. And..." There was a short pause, his hand reached and grabbed a purse at his hip. This was tossed to her. "Thirty sovereigns, the noted reward for the information I sought. Comes out to three hundred shillings, if I recall a'rightly. Good day."

And with that, he turned and departed the room. There were some words imparted to the soldiers outside, some things whispered back and forth, and a nod directed backwards. Burel had his imformation now, and he knew exactly how to get Silus out into the open... All thanks to the thief...