"You're back in town."
"You sound surprised."
"Your smile is as though you expect to be welcomed with a parade or a feast."
"Don't think I can be a prodigal son when I don't have a father or a home. But if this is your way of inviting me to stay for dinner, then I accept."
"Right, like I would invite you into my home."
"Well, invitations are not required for me to come inside you know."
"And this encourages me to be kind how ā- Who are you going by these days?"
"When I decide on a name, you'll be the first to know."
"I don't even believe that a little bit."
Laughs. "Well hey, I'm a thief, not a liar."
"You're a story teller."
"I don't tell stories. Bards and poets tell stories. And completely fabricate and alter the truth into something that is almost entirely unrecognizable and pass that on ?"
"I know, I know. I've heard your spiel. Next thing you know, you're going to tell me that you're not a bad guy, but a hero."
"Gods no. Heroes die eventually. I'm still around and kicking."
"Which brings me to my next question, how can I get you to leave?"
"Find me something fun to steal. Aladdin's lamp or treasure maps. Ornate jewelry or puzzle boxes. You know what I like Finny."
"That is not my name."
"Still think Finny the Fence has a nice ring to it."
"And if I find a job, how do I get in touch with you?"
"Oh you still know how to find me. Just whisper into the wind and I'll turn the corner." Heading off, curved steel caught the light on the way to the door before it was pushed open.
"You want me to shout your name from the rooftops Pā-"
"Nonsense! I'll be back before the week is out." The door shut behind him.
"You sound surprised."
"Your smile is as though you expect to be welcomed with a parade or a feast."
"Don't think I can be a prodigal son when I don't have a father or a home. But if this is your way of inviting me to stay for dinner, then I accept."
"Right, like I would invite you into my home."
"Well, invitations are not required for me to come inside you know."
"And this encourages me to be kind how ā- Who are you going by these days?"
"When I decide on a name, you'll be the first to know."
"I don't even believe that a little bit."
Laughs. "Well hey, I'm a thief, not a liar."
"You're a story teller."
"I don't tell stories. Bards and poets tell stories. And completely fabricate and alter the truth into something that is almost entirely unrecognizable and pass that on ?"
"I know, I know. I've heard your spiel. Next thing you know, you're going to tell me that you're not a bad guy, but a hero."
"Gods no. Heroes die eventually. I'm still around and kicking."
"Which brings me to my next question, how can I get you to leave?"
"Find me something fun to steal. Aladdin's lamp or treasure maps. Ornate jewelry or puzzle boxes. You know what I like Finny."
"That is not my name."
"Still think Finny the Fence has a nice ring to it."
"And if I find a job, how do I get in touch with you?"
"Oh you still know how to find me. Just whisper into the wind and I'll turn the corner." Heading off, curved steel caught the light on the way to the door before it was pushed open.
"You want me to shout your name from the rooftops Pā-"
"Nonsense! I'll be back before the week is out." The door shut behind him.