"Whats in it for me?" A simple question that required a simple answer. Jonathan didn't scare him all that much. He'd simply relocate as he'd done time and time again. Death was inevitable. He'd prefer it to be death at the hands his own enemy.
"What do you want?" Slowing she turned again to regard him from a safe distance. She didn't need his help to squelch the Trevelyan's impending uprising. But it wouldn't have hurt either. Now that Venor was Magistrate of the Anbar, her vice grip hold on that portion of the city was even tighter and about the jugular. Claudius would have difficulty moving in as it was. That didn't mean she wouldn't be a target. And if Claudius could take her out before she could take him out, chaos would come.
"Since you like setting fires so much..." He was silent for a time and just the sheer thought of this made him boil over with pleasure. Joy, even. Like unwrapping a gift at Christmas time. "Woodbridge."
"Woodbridge?" Her expression drifted from surprise to incredulousness to outright rage, "Are you out of your fucking mind!? I've already got Rowan up my ass with sticks and you want me to torch the Administrator's house??" She walked a step or two in his direction, then stopped, whirling about abruptly and began continuing down the street, "No thanks, General. You aren't getting me impaled in the fucking square that easily."
"A copper for a black hat, Savana?" The General spoke with a smirk, watching her stalk away.
"What?" Slowing slightly she glanced back at him with a narrow of eyes. He'd lost his mind. Officially now.
He reached into his tunic and pulled from the pocket a small parcel. He tossed it carelessly her way and shifted his weight. "Three so far. Loyal until the end...you should be proud. I figure if you put a price on them I'd get more opportunities to get more information." Inside that small parcel were three folded black bandana's and three ears. "Woodbridge. Think about it."
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