AMOS & CIAN -- BUTCHER STREET: 3:10PM.
The priest put his hand in the gambler's, giving it as good a shake as he could manage. Which was to say, hardly impressive, but Amos was rather more equipped to give blessings.
"I can tell," he responded. "I pray you are not encountering too much trouble." Anyone with even a vague understanding of the tenements could tell you that Cian Wilde owned a considerable percentage of them. The man's succeeding question, however, threw the priest off kilter. Amos knew from passing observation, from glances into the windows, that no real trouble seemed to have befallen the Luscinis. If it had, e would like to think they would have come to him immediately for healing. But such was a child's optimism.