A moment after the D'Arcy was done murmuring, a dark chuckle alerted the Fairy Lieutenant to the fact that he wasn't alone.
"Ah... The sweet, sweet sound of a desperate Fly. Music to my ears." Bartholomew said as he stalked out of the shadows, looking every bit the monster that the less flattering tales told about Boggarts painted them as. "Seems to me like you're in need of a helping hand." Bartholomew raised his hands then. Partly to show that he meant no harm, but mainly to aid in illustrating the old bandit's next statement. "Lucky for you, I've got two."
"Ah... The sweet, sweet sound of a desperate Fly. Music to my ears." Bartholomew said as he stalked out of the shadows, looking every bit the monster that the less flattering tales told about Boggarts painted them as. "Seems to me like you're in need of a helping hand." Bartholomew raised his hands then. Partly to show that he meant no harm, but mainly to aid in illustrating the old bandit's next statement. "Lucky for you, I've got two."