Re: The Aristocrat/The Carnie
“Ah.” Leo nodded. He knew that the count meant ‘back to where you belong’, only said in a less insulting way. That level of politeness was not something the boy was accustomed to. He had to almost marvel at it. The people he came from said what they meant and meant what they said, straight up and to the point. Everyone had the freedom to be blunt or rude, and all had thick skins to protect themselves.
“Order? Why, I ain’t so sure I like the sound of that,” said with the sort of golden grin that could convince the crowds to spend a nickel trying their luck at games of chance. Win a prize for the girlie on your arm! Nothing here is rigged, no sir, not at all!
But the stopping of the train was a bit disconcerting. Surely a few rebels straying from their proper locations was not so great an offense that they’d halt the whole thing just to sniff them out. Leo’s brow furrowed and he pressed his forehead to the glass of the window, looking for any signs of activity outside.
“What’s the hubbub about, do y’think?” He asked, but he doubted the count would know. Gossip traveled faster in the lower orders, it could take some time to reach the top. If Leo was still back there he’d probably have the whole story, the real story, not some cleaned up version the attendants would tell.