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Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 1, 2011 13:53:19 GMT -5
OOC - this won't make a lot of difference to you, but I'm placing it after my thread with Vaughn otherwise my brain will malfunction.
Richard was definitely losing his touch, no one ever noticed him, but then he did have quite a lot on his mind at the moment. He was currently distracted by having to find a morteous flower, whatever that was supposed to be, so really it wasn't unexpected that he should be caught by this...boy. He certainly had a firm grasp, irritatingly so.
A sword was being pressed against Richard's throat, which he personally thought was incredibly rude. They hadn't even been introduced. He was unfazed by the weapon, it was hardly the first time he had found himself in such a situation and was unlikely to be the last. One didn't build up a reputation such as Richard's without making a few enemies, and Richard de Calys had more than his fair share.
He stared at the boy, he certainly had some guts, but he was also quick to react which would no doubt one day be his downfall. Richard himself was far more calculating and allowed himself time to properly understand the situation before jumping head first. It was this cool and collected personality that allowed him to remain so calm. He could, after all, talk himself out of anything.
"Unhand me this instant." He demanded, aware that the man was creating creases. "This coat is new."
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Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 1, 2011 12:00:05 GMT -5
She was still touching him. Why was she still touching him? It was just makig Richard even more uncomfortable. He had absolutely no idea what to do in his current situation, which was something he liked even less.
"Oh, well aren't you a gentleman."
Yes, yes he was, and right now he was a very uncomfortable gentleman, but, being a gentleman could not vocalise such feeling. Instead he tried a smile and became annoyed with himself. He was good in uncomfortable situations, he was good with the charade and pretending and the element of performance. He was not good with women. "It's something I pride myself on." Richard eventually replied, again, trying to wriggle free of her grip, and again, failed in doing so. Well this was embarrassing.
“Oh, a duke? And what brings you to Camelot?”
Hmm. An interesting question, and one had no intention of answering truthfully. His best bet was probably to say something about visiting the prince, but then in his current state that was quite an obvious fabrication. His clothes, while surprisingly not dirty, were hardly appropriate attire for visiting other royalty. He had to think quickly, too much of a delay would only emphasise the lie.
Normally whenever he introduced himself it was because someone had purposefully sought him out, in which case he did not have people asking him annoying questions like what was a duke doing in Camelot city and speaking to commoners. He'd never bothered to think of a proper reason, now he was suffering because of it. "Curiosity, really." He said as casually as he could. "I like to travel. I find one never sees the real world of the city when one is surrounded by courtiers and the like."
On entering the tavern he was not surprised to find that she was well-known by the owner, or at least known enough to be on first name terms. She was certainly a forceful woman and managed to take Richard by surprise a number of times. He was being pulled around again, something he had a feeling he was just going to have to get used to in her company.
Now it was Richard's turn to pull Clarissa, only it was less pulling and more dragging as she was still holding onto him. It had become a habit of his to always occupy the corners, the overlooked areas where he was free to work and meet his customers. The shadows were where he felt most comfortable, and although he wasn't working at the moment, he could definitely do with some normality. "Is this satisfactory?" He asked, already sat down, "Or would you prefer to be closer to the action?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Sept 1, 2011 11:20:03 GMT -5
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 31, 2011 11:25:05 GMT -5
Durable swords, well, that wasn't the most informative description to work with, but Richard knew more than enough blacksmiths to see to that. It still wasn't very interesting though. It couldn't possibly be a sword that has shed the blood of a thousand men, or a sword that once belonged to a great king. No, it was durable sword.
The next item, however, provided Richard with much more interested. A morteous flower? He had not, in fact, heard of such a thing yet he was not going to admit to that. It did no good in his line of work to admit to not knowing something. Reputations could easily be broken by a moment's ignorance. "Yes, I have heard of it." He lied, he was a rather good liar, which was how he managed to build such a reputation in the first place. "It may take a while to find you such an item, though." Mainly because he had to find out exactly what that was, but he knew people who would so it would not be a hard task, just a lengthy one. With any luck he'd find a supplier, he'd tried to find a specific plant once before and ended up with a broken leg and temporary blindness. Needless to say, he wasn't terribly enthusiastic about doing that again. If he couldn't find a supplier he would simply have to find someone to obtain said flower for him, there were plenty of people who owed him favours after all.
A please would be nice, Richard thought, but he'd seen enough of this man to not be surprised at his rudeness. And where in Camelot was he going to find a sorceror? This was definitely going to cost extra. To find one he would be risking his own life, but to turn down such a job he'd be risking his reputation and his only source of income. He took his time in considering what exactly this would mean before answering. Eventually he leant forward, forearms resting on the table and spoke in a quieter tone, if anyone overheard this both men could be executed for sorcery. "I can find someone easily enough." Another lie. "But yes, it will cost you extra, how much are you willing to pay?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 29, 2011 4:28:57 GMT -5
Richard simply nodded at the man's next request, managing to shield his disappointment and adding the new items to his mental list. He was good with lists. Daggers and swords would not be any problem whatsoever, or any fun for that matter. This man was quickly becoming a least favourite customer of Richard's. He had all the makings of a great one, so it was even more disappointing when he asked for such mundane things. "Anything specific?" He asked in the hopes that there would be some hard work to do rather than just a quick stroll to a blacksmiths. "Or will any swords and daggers do?"
"Ah yes, I'll write it down and then we will have some lovely written proof this conversation took place." Richard replied sarcastically. He shouldn't be using such a tone in front of a customer, and certainly not in front of a customer such as this man, but he was becoming increasingly irritated by the man's constant doubt in his abilities. Lists were hardly difficult to remember and everything the man asked for was easy and dull. Twelve daggers, twelve swords and rope...marvellous. Not a hint of imagination there. Well, at least it would be a quick job and then he would be free to find himself a proper customer.
He would have become more hopeful at the "just getting started" comment, but the man had already let him down with a rope and simple weapons. He'd probably ask for something like a new shirt, he could definitely do with one. Richard would never be seen in such a state as this man. "What else can I get you then?" And please can it be something fun? [/i][/blockquote]
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 28, 2011 15:56:48 GMT -5
A rope? Was he serious? All this sizing him up and questioning is discretion and all he wanted was a rope? Brilliant. Richard had been expecting something fun, something exciting, something that would take a lot more hardwork and effort. A rope was one of the simplest things in the world to procure, could the man not find one himself?
He would have sighed, only that would have been unprofessional. Oh this was going to be boring, and that was such a shame. This man had the potential to be such a good customer. But no, he wanted a rope. It better be for a damned good reason.
Hmm. 'Strong and not easy to cut through'. That did sound promising, perhaps the excitement would come, at least he hoped it would. It was true that Richard worked to live, but also to amuse himself. That was why he enjoyed his job so much, why he strove to find the most interesting clients. He would be rather put out if this man let him down.
But, still, a job was a job and he was not at liberty to voice his opinions so he simply inclined his head and replied, "A rope? That should be simple enough. What else will you be requiring?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 24, 2011 16:41:43 GMT -5
It was not often that Richard was out of his comfort zone, in fact he couldn't ever remember being out of his comfort zone. There was a strange woman clinging to him. He had no idea what to do. It was an entirely new situation and he was slightly scared. He tried to nod but it turned into a rather stiff and forced movement. "Well, I'm glad you are alright."
He had been trying to free himself when she accepted his offer of a drink and practically jumped on him. This was increasingly uncomfortable, and while it would give him ample time to work out what she had taken from him a random woman had just jumped on him. There was no time to reply to her, or to try and wriggle free as he was already pulling him in the direction of alcohol. She was certainly a lively girl, perhaps a little too lively. And probably in possession of his money, which was going to make buying her a drink interesting.
His instincts were telling him to run away. He was never uncomfortable, so something managing to make him feel just that must be bad. But he couldn't just leave this woman until he managed to get whatever she had stolen from him back, and for that he would need to get her that drink. How could this possibly go wrong?
He managed an awkward smile at her introduction. At least he could stop calling her Random Woman mentally now, that was probably a good thing. And he could introduce himself. He was good at that sort of thing. She was still holding onto him, yet he still managed to bow - there were few situations were a bow was made impossible - and offer his name. "A...pleasure to meet you (he was still feeling rather awkward). My name is Richard de Calys, duke of Cantia."
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 21, 2011 18:59:28 GMT -5
Richard could see the amused expression across Alexander's face. Well at least someone was enjoying themselves, he thought almost sourly, which was not usually his nature. He liked shocking people. Alexander was ruining his fun by being used to nobility and acting as though this revelation was the most normal thing in the world.
Richard was slightly taken aback by the youth's next words. Charm the woman, ey? Surely that was a joke, Alexander hardly seemed like the sort who would be charming women for food. He hardly seemed like the sort who would be capable of charming women for food. It was said with an impressive straight face, yet Richard was a good enough reader of people to detect the humour in it, or at least the exaggeration. He smiled at Alexander and gave a small chuckle. He should like to see this 'charm' of his, and he was rather hungry so decided there would be no harm in accepting his offer.
"How kind of you. I admit I shall be impressed to see this 'charming' of yours. Forgive me, but you do not seem the sort. But, we will see." A hand swept in what he thought was the right direction, to his left, but it probably wasn't and it didn't matter because it was the gesture and not the direction that counted. "Well, lead on Sir Charming, I shall follow you gladly."
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 21, 2011 17:46:18 GMT -5
Richard simply nodded in answer to Dristan's question. A full answer was needed, and anyway, the man had already started walking. As they walked, Richard could not help but reflect on both the absurdity and the luck of the situation. It was a rarity that he was ever caught pickpocketing, and it was even more a rarity that he was then offered lunch by his would-be victim. Yes, it was very odd indeed. But then, as he had thought so often, this was all that a man of his stature deserved.
He noticed that Dristan had become less guarded, which amused him. Clearly he was trustworthy now, or more trustworthy at least. Anyone who knew Richard would not be so relaxed, but in this current situation Dristan had nothing to fear. It was company now more than anything that Richard required. It had been such a long time since he had conversed with someone outside of business, such a long time since he had felt like his old self, and while this wasn't exactly a feast and dance it was better than nothing.
At Dristan's words, Richard was brought out of his own thoughts and followed the man's arm. Hmm. It wasn't a feasting hall, but it was the best he was going to get, and he really was not in a position to be fussy so he simply nodded and said in an enthusiastic way, "Looks fine to me." and gestured that Dristan should go in first, after all, he was the money.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 21, 2011 17:23:22 GMT -5
Richard had not been paying the young woman the slightest bit of attention until she smacked right into him and sent her drink flying. Luckily none of the contents went over him. It was an expensive coat, or at least it was for whoever had paid for it. Richard himself had stolen it...or had it been given to him? He couldn't remember and it didn't matter, all that did matter was that it looked good on him and it had survived the young woman's "clumsiness".
He regarded her carefully. As someone who made their living accidentally bumping into people his suspicions were understandably aroused whenever someone did so to him. In his own experience people rarely bumped into one another without a good reason. So what was hers? Probably the same as his by the look of her. Well, she would certainly have a job trying to take anything of value from him, unless she was after a rather nice navy blue coat. But she'd have to earn that, and it would take a lot more than a mild collision.
While he continued to look her up and down he smiled cheerily, disguising his thoughts and shook his head, "Not to worry, are you quite alright?" He looked down and watched the liquid soak into the ground for a few seconds before turning his attention back to the woman and asking, "Would you care for another drink? It's the least I could do." He doubted she would accept, and he couldn't actually afford one, but it would give him time to see if she'd stolen anything from him, and if she had anything worth stealing in return.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 4, 2011 20:21:00 GMT -5
Hmm. Now that was tricky. Richard had been relying on Dristan choosing where they ate for two reasons: firstly, it meant Richard wouldn't have to and secondly, as with any city, some taverns were more expensive than others. Even though Richard had tried to rob the man a few minutes earlier he still had his manners and would not want to choose somewhere that would put a dent in the man's purse. Still, he was a lord, he should have plenty of money, and especially enough for lunch. But there was still the problem of where to go.
Richard didn't really go to taverns. He had to steal his food because the money he stole was spent on hats. This meant he was rarely at liberty to visit any taverns - unless of course he was planning on increasing his income. Well, there must be somewhere, they were in Camelot!
And then a thought occurred to him, a clever little thought which he voiced almost immediately. "I propose we take a walk and see what we find. Then we can both decide. Does that sound fair?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 4, 2011 20:13:50 GMT -5
Ah, yes, they were back to discretion. Clearly - as Richard's new acquaintance seemed so fond of implying - the aristocracy were incapable of such feats. Discretion should be left to the lower classes. Well, Richard was very discrete, and feeling insulted again that it should be questioned. Did the man not understand how reputations were built? They were not just conjured from thin air. It took hard work, and Richard had done just that. He deserved what he had and was taking offence at the man's attitude towards it.
"I deal with whoever needs my help." Richard replied casually and honestly. In his personal life, Richard was vain and arrogant and held nobility and royalty above all other forms of life, in his work however he was not lucky enough to be that picky. While it was true he was incredibly good at his...field, he would not be in the position he was now if he ignored half of his market.
The man certainly had no manners, and if Richard was not the gentleman that he was he would have said so much. But he was a gentleman, and in need of the man's money so he just smiled politely and waited for him to finish before explaining in his "business" tone: "That is what I'm here for, sir. No questions, no problems, just what you want. I'm here to help you, not question or judge you." It was a line that he often used, and with an almost one hundred per cent success rate. Hopefully it would pursued the man to open his purse.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 4, 2011 20:04:18 GMT -5
OOC - Haha, I like the title. And as for the intro itself, I thought it was rather good, and rather intimidating - so much writing! Also, I think I mentioned this but I'm to again because I don't want you to think I'm just ignoring you, but I'm going to France today so won't be online for the next two weeks.
Camelot was always busy on market day, and that was exactly how Richard de Calys liked it. Busy was easy, busy meant you could come and go as you pleased and no one would remember your face. Busy meant bumping into people, stealing their purses and then disappearing with a "Sorry, I should've looked where I was going. Let me wipe that dirt off, sir, there were are, sir. Isn't that better?" Yes, busy was exactly how Richard liked things.
And it wasn't just the rich pickings either, he had spent the last few years building his reputation and learning all the names and tricks of the stallholders. Among them were some of his best customers, always willing to see what he had on offer. Yes, they would raise the price and make a higher profit on his findings but it was a quick way to dispose of otherwise useless items, and, if they thought they were taking him a fool it made them less suspicious when he stole said items back. Overall, it was a very advantageous scheme and one of his finest acheievements.
Today was no different. He had already sold three necklaces, stolen them and sold them again and changed his cloak three times. People should really be more careful with their valubles, anyone could take them. He chuckled at his own joke. Richard was a man who amused himself, and liked to think he amused the world too. It was a long held attitude of his that the universe did not operate in an "us against the world" manner, but rather a "me and the world against you". It was a much better system, how else could Richard explain his fortune? He had left Cantia with the clothes on his back and name - now look at him. The gods smiled when they saw Richard de Calys.
He stopped walking for a moment and ran a hand through his hair - something he did when he thought. Now, what to do now? His fingers tapped against his chin. He'd made enough money to finish for the day, but why should he quit while he was ahead? He looked around his surroundings - there must be something he could do. And then he saw the tavern - a ha! Drunkards were an easy target, perhaps a little too easy, and lacked the thrill of his usual victims, but practice always made perfect.
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 4, 2011 4:06:17 GMT -5
The conversation had taken on a more philosophical tone, and Richard was forced to reflect on his dreams. They were, possibly, more unattainable than Alexander's, but they were his and the only reason why he had survived so long. Without a goal, an ambition, he would have remained penniless and died a beggar in the street. His dreams of regaining his wealth and rebuilding his life had transformed him completely. Not only had he kept his name, but he'd gained a reputation. He made a 'hmm' noise at Alexander's words, "Well mine will not be forgotten." This was said more to himself than Alexander, another reminder that he still had so much to acheive and so much more hard work before he could return to Cantia. But, there was also plenty of fun to be had first, and that was definitely something to look forward to.
Richard tilted his head, normally his big reveal caused more surprise than that. It was rather disappointing, but he did appreciate the man's sympathy. Sympathy often led to favours, favours with payments that were usually not called upon.
He couldn't help but nod at Alexander's comment on his 'rich personality'. It was certainly true and Richard was narcissistic enough to greet you. "That may well be true," he gave another sigh, "but a man cannot eat personality." However, a man could eat kitchen food...
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 3, 2011 20:21:56 GMT -5
At the man's comment Richard let out a laugh. Anyone who knew Richard would know it was completely impossible for him to not tell everyone his status. For a while it was the only thing he had to his name, and now, although he had his reputation, he still liked people to know just how much their better he was. "Of course you are not." He replied with a tone that almost suggested the man was an idiot for thinking differently. "What is the point in having a title if you don't use it?" He suspected that his prospective customer did not care for nobility in the slightest, so he then added, "But surely it is my reputation you should be most interested in? That is how you found me, after all."
He was under scrutiny, which, alright, was understandable, but it didn't mean Richard was comfortable with it. Most of his customers were happy to rely on Richard's reputation alone. The fact that this man was different, was so much more careful, suggested his was after something special, something important and most likely, something fun. So Richard was going to just have to put up with the interrogation if he wanted to enjoy himself later.
Hmm. That was a good question and something Richard didn't usually give much thought to. People trusted him, end of. Why? Because he got the job done. He hadn't actually realised how much he relied on his name and reputation until it was being taken away from him. He was having to think on his feet, normally he would enjoy the challenge, but today it was just irritating. "Perhaps it is because I have no loyalty to Camelot. Arthur, Morgana, they're the same to me. As long as I make money I don't care who's in charge. And, as I'm sure you'll agree, being a duke certainly gives me higher quality contacts."
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 2, 2011 15:33:29 GMT -5
Insults disguised as banter was clearly the man’s first language, and Richard was happy to indulge him - after all, it paid to keep the customer happy. At his jewellery comment Richard smiled and inclined his head. He could easily attain such items, they were easy, and then he inquired innocently with raised eyebrows, “Is that what you are after? Jewellery and garments?”
His good mood was rather deflated by the man’s next words. While it was true that he took pride in his status there was certainly a derogatory tone in the man’s voice, or at least Richard thought there was. That irritated him - he was still the man’s better. In fact, in the whole tavern he was everyone’s better. How quickly people forgot when you did not have the money to show for it. But he still had the manners, the title, the mindset and certainly the pride to more than make up for his financial circumstances. He was also irritated by the man’s apparent mocking of his profession. Why had he sought Richard if only to judge and comment? He was the one who needed Richard, not the other way around.
It was not, by any stretch of the imagination ‘desirable’ work, but Richard liked to think he was making the best of a bad situation. He had been thrown into the world with nothing but his name - and now look at him. He had a name, a reputation across Albion. People came to him. People needed him and his expertise. And, most importantly, he had come to rather enjoy it and did not take kindly to those he wanted to comment about it. Especially when such commentators were those who wanted his help. Richard was in charge of the situation, not whoever sat opposite him. “It is certainly desirable to you, is it not?”
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 2, 2011 10:25:43 GMT -5
Hmm…in Richard’s experience most people were impressed at his high status. The man in front of him was not. It was utterly absurd. And now his discretion was being questioned. Was the man insane? Richard had spent the last few years building up his reputation, was this new acquaintance really implying that this was done without his being discrete?
Richard, as the Duke of Cantia, had no ties or loyalty towards any land or peoples other than those of his homeland. He therefore didn’t take any sides in his dealings. People gave him money and favours, he got them what he wanted. It didn’t matter who they were or why they came to him, as long as he got paid. He never asked his customer’s purposes and, should they indulge him, he never spoke of them. In his line of work discretion was extremely important and something he prided himself on.
He tried to smile politely but his offence was probably shining through. “How else do you think I have built such a reputation? Not by running to the king, I assure you.”
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 2, 2011 6:15:38 GMT -5
Richard was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable by the man’s constant staring. It was slightly off-putting to say the least, but he kept smiling because letting someone know how uncomfortable you were was hardly a good idea - especially when said person would probably use it with great effect to their advantage. And now the man was laughing…was this a good thing? Richard was used to dealing with men of similar stature while still retaining his hold over the situation, he liked to think that he could handle anything, but he was definitely put on edge at the moment. He didn’t much care for it. Still, he kept composed, and he kept smiling and reminded himself that this job was likely to be a good one.
At the man’s words Richard allowed himself a small laugh. This was not the first time someone had been surprised when putting his reputation and character together and it always amused Richard. No doubt they were expecting someone older, thinner, paler, with dirty clothes and downcast eyes and the capacity for a maximum of three words per sentence. Well, Richard liked words and he liked flamboyant clothing and holding his head high and all manner of things that reflected his status, and, what’s more, he liked being the opposite of people’s expectations. It was always more fun that way.
He leaned backwards into his chair and said, “We have not been properly introduced. I am Richard de Calys, Duke of Cantia-” he managed to give a slight bow whilst sitting down, an action he had perfected over the years. “And as for ‘business such as this’ (which, incidentally was a phrase Richard loathed - it made him feel less unique) I have my father and his debts to thank for that. So,” he leaned forward again, propping one elbow on the table, “what is it you wanted, Mr Mystery Man?”
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 1, 2011 14:13:07 GMT -5
The news of a job was always good news, and this one sounded particularly interesting, mainly because he didn't actually know anything about it. He'd been approached by a man, Boris, who had informed him that he knew someone who could benefit from his services. Whoever the man was he liked mystery causing Richard to quickly decide he liked him, he liked people who were over dramatic. So he had gone to the Rising Sun to meet this mystery customer with plenty of expectation. He had gathered that it was probably something immoral, well, immoral by most people's standards. Richard usually didn't care for much frivolities - you could lose a good day's money from morals.
He was enjoying his first drink when a man approached them - Boris was also there, but not for long. Their mutual acquaintance was quickly gotten rid of and the man sat down opposite him. Richard was pleased - he looked as he'd expected: dark and interesting, which probably meant this job was going to be fun. He greeted the man warmly; although he'd lost his inheritance he'd retained his manners. "Good day to you sir. How may I be of assistance?"
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Post by Richard de Calys on Aug 1, 2011 9:53:33 GMT -5
Gosh. Richard hadn't expected the man to be so hospitable, but then he was Richard de Calys and, really, should expect nothing less. Despite his lack of money - a temporary state that would soon be rectified - he was still the man's superior; he was still royalty and he was going to make sure it was known by all he came across.
He took amusement from the man's reaction at his revelation. Clearly he had not been expecting someone such as Richard to be stealing, it always amused him to tell people. There was a certain delight he took in surprising people, and, as he found out shortly after being forced into poverty, he was a very surprising person. No sooner had he lost his money than he had discovered that he was rather good at helping others lose theirs. Apart from at this moment in time of course, but he had managed to get a meal out of it so he was still doing quite well.
After Richard had returned the man's purse, his new acquaitance introduced himself. Hmm...a de Archer. He probably should've heard the name, but he was drawing a complete blank. He didn't much care of drawing blanks. He liked to think that he knew everyone important and everyone that could be useful to him. The new name was filed away, he would find a use for it later.
He had already decided that this Dristan de Archer would be useful to him, as long as Richard put a bit of work in first. In his experience flattery always made people easier to pursuade to his line of thinking. In context however, it was hard to get flattery into the conversation so he just grinned and said, "Where would you prefer? After all, you are paying."
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