"Where are we heading now?" Halfdan looked at Horace, who was breathing heavier than usual. Taking his wig off, he clicked his tongue and looked back at the Piast manor.
"Idiot. Why didn't he accept my offer? I just don't get it?" Halfdan looked at Horace, wondering if it was another mind trick. After seeing him for so long, he recognised Horace as a master at reading people. His not being able to realise what was so easy to understand obviously was a trick. "Oh well. I'll try Oskar next."
"Are you sure?" Halfdan squinted, "He's the son of a Duke. If you have to kill him it will be hard to predict what happens next.
"It's fine." Horace waved off the concern. Taking the small knife on Halfdan's belt, he picked in between his fingernails, trying to clean all the blood. His eyes focused intensely as if it was more important than anything. The carriage was silent as he did so, and Halfdan had learnt the hard way what interrupting Horace when he looking after himself meant.
