Re: Beaumonde: The Underground
Curio glanced up from his plate with a bemused expression at Rhaef's response, "Ah, there's the old Rhaef I've missed so much. Still as cocky as ever, still as observant."
He watched then as Rhaef placed the gray glove over his hand. Rhaef had always been funny about the mark of the Burnt Hand. He was the only member to have not gone through with the actual burning, Curio had made an exception for him by allowing him to receive a tattoo instead. An exception he'd have made for no one else, save his most prized pupil.
He set his fork down when Rhaef spoke again and folded his hands together on the table, the fingers coming together to form a temple. His own left hand covered in a similar gray glove.
"It's simple. I want my right hand back. I want you, Rhaef. The Black Hand. Just like old times." he leaned in, "We'll no longer have the silly restrictions of the Burnt Hand. Thanks to you - they're all dead or in jail." Curio smiled, "Yes, I've been following you for sometime now. You and that floating milk cart you've been traveling around the 'Verse in. I must admit I was a little disappointed, you are so much better then that, Rhaef. You are so much more."
He sighed then and continued, "Anyway, I became worried when I discovered that you were no longer aboard the ship - that you had vanished. And so I searched you out, found you, saved you - like I had saved you once before."