William 'Will' Silvaro's Story

Richard was about to draw the dagger he kept hidden in his sleeve and slit Buster's throat for talking to him in such a way, but then when he mentions the Den, he lets out a small, dry laugh and settles back in his chair, listening to the masked man as he talks of what he thinks he knows, laughing inwardly to himself at how naive the man is. Or truly insane. Did he really think there was any actual order to this 'city'?

"I see you've gotten uglier since I last saw that mug of yours Buster," the man says, straightening his coat a bit and raising his hand, ordering another round as the barkeep reappears and the female doctor head over to a table. "The Den...yes, I know of that place. I know much more than you do about it, I was one of the first people to be locked in that hellhole, and the only one to have escaped and live. But someone like you wouldn't know that, would you?" When his drink arrives he asks the man to leave the bottle, downs it at once and pours himself another glass of the scotch. "You think I work with that bastard Leon and his pussycats? Then you are sorely mistaken my dear friend. I am no warden, a keeper of the peace yes, but I have no prisoners. In fact, I wish you well on your little venture! Yes, a toast to your success!"

Raising his glass he holds it for a moment, then knocks that drink back in a few gulps as well before slamming the glass back down and rising to leave.

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William smiled as Nyx finally spoke, having started to believe that she would simply sit there until he was gone or had turned his back on her. what she said about respect in death was a comfort to him, letting him know there were others at least a little like him left in the City, that he wasn't completely alone in his way of thinking. Having been looking at her, he turns to look at the body again, hands on his cane, one a bit dirty from wiping at his leg, the other dirtied from moving the man into a more dignified position. Standing there in the dark and cold he begins to contemplate how to move the body, and to where. There was a graveyard in the Guild district of the city, where anyone was free to lay the dead to rest so long as no trouble was brought because of it, but that was a good ways off.

Nyx's voice rouses him from his contemplations, and it takes him a moment to understand what she had said, but when he does eventually do so he smiles a little and faces her again.

"Thank you for your concern," he says with a nod, "I was going to go see here in a short while, but I thought I would take care of this guy before it got much later. Seems I can't do much on my own though, so this will have to do for the time being."

Before he can say anything else, he hears footsteps behind him, someone trying to be soundless but failing, at least when it came to William's hearing. Thanks to his work he could hear a bit better than the average person. Turning enough to be able to see who it is, he instinctively jumps back, nearly tripping over one of the bodies legs, and gets ready to use his cane as a weapon.

"So, meeting women in a back alley now, are we? I didn't think you'd sunken this low, not so soon at least." The voice comes from a short woman in a black skirt and top with long, long blonde hair and cold blue eyes that seem almost to gleam in the shadows, "Or is this one of the ones from when we were together?"

"Hello Alice..." William says, gritting his teeth a bit in his effort to not begin cussing her out for the wound she had given him, "Long time no see. What brings you to a little back alleyway like this?"