If I knew the dick, Simon, had all that money in one of his boots, I would have given him my arse the very first moment I saw him.
The first thing Mia saw about the corpse was a ring. A beautiful gold ring, it would have been worth a lot. She knelt down, to take it, but the Watcher would also be reaching for the ring.
"I'm sorry, but I'll be needing to keep this as evidence for now." He explained.
Of course, he'll sell it, the bastard. There's not much I can do about it now, anyway.
But it wasn't over yet. The corpse was drifting back into the river, and the Watcher had to take it by the foot. As the two -him and Mia- brought the corpse further away from the water, they heard some metal ringing. Coming from the boots. Each of them took one but while the Watcher only found a fish, the lass found six heavy dwarven gold coins. She slid them up her sleeve, too used to handling and hiding coins to be caught by just some random man.
And she was also good at dissimulating.
"There's nothing in here. Not even a fish. You seem to be finding everything, Watcher. You're too lucky, I say. You should share some of your luck."
The Watcher, though didn't seem too convinced.
"Whatever was jingling must have come from the boot you had."
"Go on, look inside it." she replied, offering him the cracked leather boot.
Dissimulating: an art, as much as stealing, killing, painting, singing, or playing an instrument.
Six fat dwarven coins for Mia. That's what I call a success. And they're also bigger than the coins traded in town, if I ever have seen any of those. These will definitely buy me a house. Goodbye alleys, goodbye shops.
