Bordering On Brokering

[The Crooked Knight]

Sketch frowned at Nevin, “I have to disagree Nevin, taking from someone else isn’t profession, it’s a moral sickness. You build up karmic debt everytime you do something wrong, you know.”

Sketch tossled the blonde boy’s hair playfully, he could tell that the child wasn’t a bad kid, he just needed some direction. Fenn’s skin seemed cold to the touch, which wasn’t unusual he supposed, since he manifested frost to write. Sketch felt a since of accomplishment at having helped a child in need.

“Nevin, the poor boy is freezing, let’s find something warm and spicy to help take the chill off. The cafe around the corner makes the best spicy pepper and sausage stew. We’ll get that with a mug of warm cinnamon apple cider. That’ll be the perfect thing, I feel.” Sketch whispered to Nevin, beeming at the prospect of helping the pale young man get a nourishing meal, he’d read that spicy food was good for blood circulation.

The tall man opened the door and waited for the pair to follow, hoping that the boy would change for the better. Once they got outside, Sketch pointed in the direction of the cafe, hoping to get the group there without anymore involvement with the seedy element of this part of town. After a few minutes, they’d cornered the block and the cafe was in view.

The group sat down and Sketch motioned for the other pair to find a seat and he’d get the food. He walked over to the hostess and said to her in his rich voice, “I’d like to order 6 of the specials please, four would be for me, and the last two for my friends. Send over a few mugs of the cider if you would please.” He paid the lady, and walked over to his friends and sat down.