The question came from the shadows. "Is it clear?"
Nathan gave a nod. The Erl and the prisoner emerged from the alleyway, and moved quickly down the street. "Don't even think about running for it," said Sacripant quietly. "Or I will make you a dead man."
Lamorac gave a pained shrug. "Well, even if you don't, the Guild likely will, so, I'll go along."
Nathan nodded as the man as walked by him. "Good to see you being so reasonable."
"I keep telling you people," said Lamorac, "I've been through this before. The Guild likes it when people behave in a manner that suggests calm and discipline, because that shows they can be trusted. Panic and fuss--well, that suggests they can't be trusted it, and causes trouble. And trouble is something we must avoid."
"Aside from killing people," noted Sacripant.
"Well, that's just our job," answered Lamorac. "If we're doing it well, then it's no trouble for us." He smiled. "Think about it."
"Less talking, more moving," said Nathan. "The next safe house is only a few ells away."
"You know, I'm getting a good tour of these places," said Lamorac.
"Is there a point to that?" asked Nathan.
"Well, you might want to kill me when this is done," noted Lamorac. "It's what I would do."
"Yes, but you're a hired killer," said Sacripant.
"Very true," agreed Lamorac.