Latter sighed a breath of relief, he had played it off, although he saw through it, but his body tensed up at the site of the guard. He had hated town-guard; he hated them for every friend they beat to death, every time they foiled his plan and he went hungry, and for how they always did it with a smile. Now with a grimace in the inside but still a smile on the outside, he thought on what he wanted to eat, but in all honestly, he was not hungry. He knew he should be, having completely draining himself dealing with that creep, but he just was not and frankly did not feel like eating. No doubt it was all the times he had gone hungry, living on the streets, and surprisingly when he was used to being hungry is when he longed for his old life the most.
“Nothing, if that may please you master. I do not seem to be able to stomach a breaking of fast.” spoke Latter as politely as he could, but he still mixed in a bit of dissentful sarcasm at the end. He did not want to be a ranger’s servant, he had never been anyone’s servant for owning his own shop and all, but he figured square meals until he could slip or build up enough pay for a new shop could not hurt. An honest job could do for a while.
He just realized the actual words of the guard, his hatred temporarily blinding him, and he whipped his head around in shock. He began to speak in a gasp.
“Did you just say protect the king? As in he is under attack… in the capital… here?”
Latter turned to the ranger in shock with his jaw dropped, and thought that he was pretty nonchalant when the king was under attack. Latter stopped himself however, realizing that he did not even like the human king, for he did nothing as Latter watched his shop burn to the ground in great flames. Latter resisted the urge, like a gravitational pull, to fall into one of his terrible flashbacks, so he quickly took his master’s drink and took a sip to put his mind on other things. He looked up at the ranger and gave an awkward sorry smile, and spoke rather carefully this time.
“Shall we be going, we would not want harm to come to the king. First I have to pack… done!” He lifted his arms as in he was giving a finale to a long search, but he did notice he was unarmed while the ranger hopefully did not know he was a mage of sorts. He would try not to use magic in front of him, but he may have to like before.
“May I have a weapon master?” he said as he eyed the knife that had gotten him in the conversation. He knew that they were probably just guarding him from the crowds, but there was no reason to not make it dire, he may have a better chance at the knife.