"So, comfortable chair?" asked Sacripant.
"Very," said the tall man. "The ropes are comfortable too! I'd give you a thumb's up, but you know, my arms are tied. Also very well!" He flashed a cheery smile. "Oh, and great job on binding my wound. This is really just a top notch hostage experience."
Nathan blinked. "You have much experience with that?"
"Both as a hostage and a hostage taker!" said the tall man cheerily. "The second is generally the better deal, but you know, the first is less stressful, I find."
Sacripant glanced at the man in dull wonder. "How's that?"
"Everything is out of your hands," answered the tall man. "Life, death, all of it--not your concern. Oh, you can worry about it, but it won't do any good. So, best thing to do is sit back, and enjoy the ride. After all, they probably won't kill you, and if they do, well, not much you can do about it."
There was silence for awhile. "You have an odd view of life for a professional killer," said the Marsh Erl at last.
"It keeps me going, in a very difficult profession," replied the tall man. "And really, isn't that all any of us can ask for?"
The pair stared at him for a moment. Sacripant sighed and turned to Nathan. "So, you sure this is a secure place?"
"Old Lamplighter safehouse," said Nathan.
The Erl seemed surprise. "You guys need them?"
"If you haven't noticed, this is a dangerous city," replied Nathan with a shrug.