Chapter 2.5 - The Stakeout
Shade looked back at the door to the Chymic Works and silently cursed it and daylight and her exhaustion and the law being a stubborn ass. But she turned to Olver with a smile and a nod of hearty approval for his swiftness and diligence.
"Olver, thanks, you're a good, clever one, and no mistake," she said, and then looked between him and the gates once more. "I've got to go tangle with folks who pretend to be much better than they are, which is to say, in the courts." She joins him in pulling a face, for hadn't they both run away from the Watch more times than they could count? "This time, I'm on the right of it, but those ones here," she slid her eyes to the Chymic Works, "have masters more crooked than Snake Alley. Would you bide and watch for folks acting untoward and smuggling out stuff looking like a rat on the run from a cat?" She flips a gold coin to him. "And it's twin when I come back. If you need sommat to spell you or get you feed, silver for them as who aids you. Deal?"