Falun nodded his agreement with the plan. "Righ'. Th' weasel I was collectin' from was a bloke named Henry - Bucktooth Hank 'ey called 'im. Heh, guess 'ey'll be calling 'im No-Tooth Hank from now on." He chuckled at his own joke. "He runs a jewelry place down on Market - mostly pieces I figured he wouldn' want th' Fogeys lookin' too closely at. Turns out he didn't, which was why 'e turned to payin' 'em off instead."
 
Nodding away, Lorcan remained silent for some time as he mentally logged as much of the information as he could. Part of him hoped that the relaxed nature of work, as he had witnessed on the docks in his youth, would make the process much simpler than they were concerned but it never hurt to have some information to throw in off-paw to keep beasts off the scent. By all apparent reason this should be straightforward: between the three of them getting out should be no problem.

But what after? they'd have to lay low for some time. He began to rack his brains for what should come next, though for now resigned himself to worrying about it later. After all, there was only going to be a need to keep to themselves once they were out.

His dark eyes drifted between Alwyn and Falun. It was evident that they were from extremely different backgrounds going by the information they split, and yet they were comfortable enough in working together that it seemed to hardly prove an issue. This, too, he noted for later. Once there was more time to be relaxed, perhaps he'd see a little more about what the both of them were doing in the city - it could never hurt to have friends in higher places when so fresh to the city.

"Sounds good," Lorcan affirmed, rolling his broad shoulders. "Looks like all we need is some patience and the guard to come in, then, eh?" His nose wrinkled in amusement. "Just don't go snatchin' anyone too short, now."
 
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