10-16-2013, 05:37 AM
The dark haired boy looked unamused at the false friar and stood himself up "We should straight go to your bag of money to fetch our cut for this job and the last one, you mean?" The youth flexed and tried to look impressive but Nazario's way of life had placed him in plenty of perilous peoples' paths and the lean teenager's frame did not quite scream menacing like the wearer had hoped.
Despite the mediocre display Marzio kept a proud gait on the way over to his bag of possessions in order to sit on it and avoiding any potential theft from their ill-mannered employer... at least Marzio suspected him as an honorless thief the way he conducted himself. Marisa and Marzio were living this life because they had no other choices, Nazario was old enough to get himself decent work somewhere but apparently chose not to.
Nicely settled on his small bag of items he turned back to the bald man and gave him another scowl "You left us starving, we were having to sneak scraps just to keep going because of you. So we're not even going to talk about another town until after we see it... and you better believe I am going to count it, Nazario!"
Last edited by Mythos; 10-16-2013 at 05:43 AM..
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