At Wil’s inquiry, Stone shook her head. “The information came from a dependable source. I trust them. But I’ve never been to the place.”
Of course, logically, the girl knew it wouldn’t work like this: ‘Yeah, head north out of the city, then east until you find a large rock, then head northwest. Thanks for the gil, bye.’
But damn her if she hadn’t hoped.
Things always get more complicated—complications were no problem. But there was the wildcard.
Pausing a moment, the brunette thief scanned her thoughts; she knew she’d probably end up leading him to the Archaic Ruins. Audren could always use money for schooling, and Old Tilda was raising her laundry rates, that old sow.
Shaking her head, Stone opened her mouth again.
“I don’t expect you to just throw a sack at me and head off on a blind chase.”
A slight moment of silence as she picked the words. Then, speaking slowly, the idea formed in her young mind was set free from her lips: “I can take lead you there, if you give me a day to get ready.” Then, continuing, “And I can help you out once there, if you could find use for me. I’m handy with a dagger.”
At this, she made herself stop before she prattled. Stone tended to prattle when she got nervous, which was, thankfully, not often.