Stavanger Bay Taking it’s Toll

Eartha’s mention of seeking a criminal intrigued him. The fact these two were going so out of their way to pursue the wrong-doer was rather impressive. Or, petty. It would be easier to just let the fellow go, wouldn’t it?

He noticed Umbra’s shift, paid a glance toward her, then refocused upon the two strangers. Kingsley looked toward him then, he met the fellow’s gaze with a blank, judgmental stare. The man then went on and answered Umbra’s question without offering exact specifics—obviously, they both knew more.

Well, what type’a crime? Your crim’nal got a name? Perhaps it was taboo to ask outright, but he wanted to know. They could keep the crimes a secret, it they so wished.