The chants from the main chamber seemed to grow louder. It might have been his mind reacting to the situation he found himself in or the fact that there was money to be earned. Either way he was certain the man was starting to see things his way. There did not seem to be any sleight of hand in the man’s words. What bothered him was that his means of escape had been cut. A thief without is route in which to flee was like an animal caught in a trap, but like an animal that had food in the trap he had money dangled in front of him.
Tallis relaxed as the other man talked. What he was speaking made sense in an almost uneasy way. Why had this man come to the Temple to begin with? Was he more than a tourist or just another worshiper of Rhysol?
Then a trigger word was spoken that straightened him up. The man did not mention Marx’s name but just the fact he mentioned the one thing in his life that meant more than his family got his attention. It also increased his heart rate.
Nervously Tallis licked his lips and was uncertain what to do with his hands. Never before had he been this emotionally attached to a woman. But this not just any woman, this woman was Kelvic, a young Kelvic that any slaver would love to get their greedy hands on.
Tallis finally regained his composure and stood a more naturally, albeit still on edge. “I’m interested, but for more coin than what’s on the floor right now.” His eyes only glanced at the two coins on the hallway floor.
Waiting to hear more he inched his head forward slightly as if the very act would help him hear over the chanting reverberating through the temple. “What is it that you need done? I’m capable gaining access to just about anywhere in Ravok, and I doubt you’ll find anyone who knows the streets and canals better than me.” Tallis said confidently.
Tallis knew he was bragging, but there was money on the line and if Rhysol be pleased there would be enough to support himself and Marx when they fled the city.