Cassiopeia's View Granny, does your dog bite?

You are a generous man. A generous benefactor, at the very least. Ransem knew well enough Herod paid handsomely. He also appreciated the efficacy of the command. Tend to the bird, then return to the same place for yet another task and his ultimate reward.

Ransem rose to his paws. There was little need for more discussion. Goldcoin eyes caught that of the Abbot, an understanding made. A secret woven by the cruel threads of conspiracy, never to be told.

Well travels, Herod.

Ransem departed from the elder. He had a job to do.