Out back behind the Red Rose; late night || @specialkbrown
Keltie Brown. Rune had been warned about her from his predecessor, the former Magician; there’s something not quite right about that girl, he’d been told. Rune hadn’t really needed elaboration, or even a why. In his mind, anyone who abandoned the Jabberwocks couldn’t have any idea what they were doing.
They’d never worked closely together, at least, so he didn’t feel much sting from her departure a few years back; only the nagging, lingering resentment reserved for former Jabberwocks who’d made the wrong decision.
“You’ve a lot of nerve coming around here,” he called out coolly, ushering one of his dealers in through a back door as he slipped an envelope, thick with cash, into an inner pocket of his jacket. An ornate cigarette case was produced in its stead, which he tapped neatly and decisively against the heel of his hand. “There something I can help you with, Ms. Brown?” Though the way Rune asked suggested he’d rather do anything but help.