Roswell pressed his tongue against his palate. To give shape to his otherwise hanging jaw. Blood had soaked his shoes. Sticked to his fingers.
"Well yer sure knows how to make a scene," he told Locket. Before giving the Tabaxi a reserved smile. "With yer killin' n stuff."
The unfortunate sacrifice was a man Roswell had stalked for months. Not to kill, of course. But to rob. Nevertheless, he was too late.
Locket got him first.
The scene almost looked like a ritual. One, so dark that it even raised the hairs on the witchthief's neck. He knelt down before the unlucky guy and tapped their cheek. Almost cheerfully, checking if he was still breathing. The corpse was not. Roswell peaked over his shoulders and looked the warlock in the eyes.
"Oi've never killed before," he told them. "Nor planin' on ever doin' so," he said. "But oi always 'ave some…Envy of those who can," he added. Roswell got up. Then brushed the blood off his fingers and onto his own traveling coat.
"Oi loike to play de long game. Figure out we're dey life, learnin' about which maid to bribe. Which key to steal. But that process is long and sometimes fruitless. Time is money," Roswell said. While patting his coin bag on his belt. " 'nd a wasted a lot of good copper on dis lad. Just to find his exotic furs," he pointed at the furs draped over the man's neck. "Soiled with maroon. Yer don't get blood out of fur, did yer know." Roswell eyed the catperson's hair for a brief second. Then shook his head. He had more important things to worry about.
The citywatch will find this man soon, his house would be swarmed with Hoeders. Valuable goods will disappear into their hands, the corrupt maid will tell that she'd accepted money from a stranger, and now Roswell had to figure out how to keep his own head out of the noose.
"Oi could 'ave tossed Al dat money oi spend on him, and more in a well for all de universe care." He huffed. "Yer spoiled the crop oi so carefully sowed months ago." Roswell rubbed his neck.
"How unfortunate."
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"Oh no yer found me," the thief said. With his hand pressed against his forehead and his frame resting against the wall. He looked up. "Me Void powers an existential threat to de solar system?" He frowned. Then laughed, he laughed so hard that his entire body animated. "No, no, no don't yer worry miss detective," he told Coco. "Oi can mebbe change the color of yer shirt without usin' dye. Or seal a deal with some extra power. Oi think threat to de solar system is a bit much."