Interlude in Rotter #2
Silently, Cole stares into the dark liquid of his coffee cup. Like that bitter, black liquid swirling in his cup, his insides are churning at hearing of the depravity of this slaver’s ring. It wasn’t right to snatch anyone so young and condemn them to a life not of their choosing. No child or person… his gaze drifts around the table as he takes in his companions expressions, lingers on Dreya’s downward cast eyes before finally settling back to Seline. “You have my sword. This Oswald and his blatant disregard for human life disgusts me,” Cole states, swiping the cup from off the table and takes a long swig, draining it of every last drop. “I agree that we do not have the monetary means to be convincing buyers. However, couriers for a buyer, yes, I think that could work.” Cole stares into the depths of the empty cup for a moment before setting it back atop the table top. “But, I do have a thought. I have always found the best way to learn about your enemy is to infiltrate their inner circle, join them if you will. What’s the old saying," Cole ponders a moment before he leans over and rests his elbows on the table, "keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer? Perhaps posing as slavers for hire would bear more fruit," he suggests. "We might be given access to the inner workings, see and meet people couriers and buyers would not gain access to. You’d be surprised what slapping on some different clothes can do to make us convincing slavers. It’s just a thought, but whatever is decided, you can count on my sword. I would also caution whichever path we choose, that the others of our group are hidden, close by so that if anything should “fall to the winds”, as they say, rescue isn’t too far out of reach.”
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