Bartholomew spent the rest of the encounter pointedly ignoring the Fairy Lieutenant, his gaze only ever straying from his drink to give reassuring glances to his wife and daughter or to give Elizabeth a thankful nod when she arrived with food. Though while he wasn't looking very far, the old bandit had his ears open and listening to every detail he could pick up from among the whispers of the crowd. From what he could piece together, a mouse thief was on the loose. One whose thefts left quite a bit of collateral damage in their wake. One who was bold enough to steal from the Slaugh even.
"Do you know anything about this mouse thief?" Bartholomew asked his wife.
Marian shook her head. "The Faeries have been trying to keep it quiet so far." She replied. "Not a word could be pried out of them and all offers of aid have been politely yet firmly rebuffed."
"Of course they would be. Prideful buggers." Bartholomew said. "...If they're changing tack now though, that must mean they're getting desperate. And desperate Flies do tend to give generously in our experience, don't they?" The old bandit gave a dark chuckle that was swiftly cut off by another nudge from his wife.
"None of that at the table." Marian decreed. "Besides, weren't we going to pay him a visit after breakfast?"
"We are. We are. We still are." Bartholomew said, hands raised placatingly. "Though I'm thinking this mouse thief should be dealt with before it can cause anymore trouble. And hey! Once the thief's been dealt with, I'll have a nice tidy sum to buy a little something for when we go see him, yeah?"
Marian eyed her husband for a moment before sighing and shaking her head at the floor. "Just be careful, ok?" She requested.
"Of course dear." Bartholomew said softly, before turning to the food that had been brought to the table. "Now then. Let's see to this breakfast!" With that said, Bartholomew eagerly dug in.
"Do you know anything about this mouse thief?" Bartholomew asked his wife.
Marian shook her head. "The Faeries have been trying to keep it quiet so far." She replied. "Not a word could be pried out of them and all offers of aid have been politely yet firmly rebuffed."
"Of course they would be. Prideful buggers." Bartholomew said. "...If they're changing tack now though, that must mean they're getting desperate. And desperate Flies do tend to give generously in our experience, don't they?" The old bandit gave a dark chuckle that was swiftly cut off by another nudge from his wife.
"None of that at the table." Marian decreed. "Besides, weren't we going to pay him a visit after breakfast?"
"We are. We are. We still are." Bartholomew said, hands raised placatingly. "Though I'm thinking this mouse thief should be dealt with before it can cause anymore trouble. And hey! Once the thief's been dealt with, I'll have a nice tidy sum to buy a little something for when we go see him, yeah?"
Marian eyed her husband for a moment before sighing and shaking her head at the floor. "Just be careful, ok?" She requested.
"Of course dear." Bartholomew said softly, before turning to the food that had been brought to the table. "Now then. Let's see to this breakfast!" With that said, Bartholomew eagerly dug in.