"War for the Throne" Chapter2 origin ver.(14)
The pair located the tavern where they were supposed to meet with the spymaster.It was busy inside.Mercurio scanned the crowd but couldn't make out any familiar faces.They found a deserted table in a shady corner.
Skeeve glowered into a mug of ale."Well,what now?"
Mercurio unfastened his cape,holding the rose brooch between thumb and finger.He closed his eyes,twirling the brooch between his fingers,and started to whistle.Fair Dawn o'er Marsh was an old Rat Clan marching tune,one he was sure someone would only recognise if they were listening for such a signal.The melody carried across the low buzz of voices that filled the tavern.
After only a few notes Mercurio was cut off by a voice from behind him,"Information comes at a cost,Mercurio."A sleek furred,amber eyed fox slid into a chair across the table.She wore a red cloak,hood pulled low over face.
Mercurio opened his eyes slowly,"Nat Fennet."