"She's new here." Calthus said, eyeing Leith. He could tell she was upset, but he was far too sick to be letting himself out of the city, and it was more likely he'd be killed in a much more painful fashion than fitful sleeps and endless throbbing. Calthus was a gentle soul for a beggar, and he disliked seeing her so upset. "I'll be fine little lady. Been in worse scrapes than this." he chuckled dryly, the sounds dying away into a cough. Kaska considered killing him. Calthus deserved a quick and painless end, but he was just as strong as Kaska. If he had wanted a quick end, he would have asked for it. Kaska picked up his pack and settled it on his back. He knew better than to pity his friend, it was the way of the world and Calthus would have done the same for him. Better to die with dignity than pity and tears. "I hope you're not training her for our line of work." Calthus said with a reproachfulness that surprised Kaska. "I'm not. She wanted to learn how to pickpocket." Kaska said defensively. "I just...wanted to give you something. You probably haven't eaten for days." Calthus nodded. "Alright. I didn't pick you for the pimp type anyway. I'll...see you later, Kaska. One request? Seal up the tent when you leave." he gestured vaguely at the tent flaps. "Damn things won't stay closed." Kaska helped him back onto the small cot, willing himself not to cringe at the strench of infection, and drew the tent flap over the entrance. He looked at Leith. "You alright?" he asked her. "This is the way of things here. You get caught up in a mob, there's no one to help you." |