“Two an’ two ahre not obvious ta ya, ahre ‘ey?” James shrugged it off, digging the sword further into the ground. “But see, me dear boy. Yer words pose ‘nother doubt.”
“Ahre you done with yer ‘job’ or is ‘ere more ta it? Elaborate as it may seem, ‘ey ‘ill go at lengths ta sink us ta our deaths. ‘ow far ‘ill a thug go fer a few shiny coins.”
“….” Giving some time to stare at the male it finally registered to him. ‘Man, this kid isn’t playing around. He’s absolutely insane..’ He huffed, resting against his palm. “This the second time a ship has crashed on me.” He sighed. “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag..”
“I’m with the assassins and I was sent to kill a templar. Once I killed the poor sod, I was supposed to return to them without possibly being detected or followed. So I decided to do it by means of boat. Then.. well, here we are. Now, please don’t sink the ship..”
“Assassins? Ahre you now.”
“‘ow fill in me ignorance, but jus’ what ahre 'ese assassins? Templars..” James sized him up, rising an incredulous brow. “'Ere is no glimpse of a silver linin’ in yer future, kid. Not with i’s nonsensical talk.”
'How much m'ore 'ill you talk, boy.’ James voiced in his head, gave him a expectant look
