Outreach || The Nameless Garo and Kieron
He listened patiently, turning over the words his comrade was saying to him in his head. “Well, you always seem to be one step ahead of me, really. I’m starting to worry, actually. Maybe I’m a lot slower than I thought I was.” He said with a half-grin.
"Now now, friend. Don’t make such hefty promises quite yet! I’ll have to see the list to believe it, and perhaps speak with a few of them. Not that I doubt your abilities— far from it. It’s just incredibly risky for me to approach any surprising allies." He clasped his hands over his chest, trying to look innocent.
"Truthfully my friend, I don’t have any secrets worth bartering—well, I do, of course, but I think I might ask you to wait a bit. I’m sure in the future I’ll make it worth your while. That is the nature of rebellion, isn’t it?" He gave a charming smile, beaming at the Garo. Hopefully it’d be enough, if it wasn’t, it didn’t especially matter. He had enough secrets to go around, no doubt.
The spy narrowed its glowing eyes, then nodded. "Vhery well. You hhave alwayss made good on your promisses befohre, I hhave no doubt you shhall honor thisss one."
Its business done, it straightened up, adjusted its robes and scarf, and gave Kieron a shallow bow, but it paused for a moment before taking its leave. "Rhhemember," it said, waving a linen-wrapped finger, "Thiss ssecret iss qhuite exclussive, and vhery hhard to aquihre. I trussst you to have a dhamned good one in exchhange whhen next we sspeak."
And just like that, it slid into the nearest shadow and was, presumably, gone.













