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WHO: Character(s) Marcoulf and Benedict
WHAT: C is for casual extortion.
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: n/a, will add if necessary

[It's difficult to say when exactly it begins and at first it could be construed purely as coincidence, but at some point a paticular narrow man begins to make regular appearances on the margins of a certain chamberlain's work. He happens to be assisting some girl from the laundry bringing up fresh linens to a room being remade for a new guest; he is conveniently stationed at the bottom of some stairwell well frequented in the business of running the Gallows day to day; and so on.

Today, Marcoulf is sitting in the shade of some narrow side courtyard that Benedict happens to be passing through. He has his legs stretched out before him and a handkerchief with a half eaten heel of bread inside it spread on the bench beside him to suggest his time here may simply be some idle moment taken between work. He isn't following anyone; he certainly isn't a spy. But Marcoulf does look up when Benedict passes into the yard and nothing on his narrow face indicates he's at all surprised to see him there.]

Comments

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"Good. Keep me in mind then."

He could stay. Press the point. He should - when should he expect to hear of something? Make some last threat for if nothing is fed his way in a timely manner. But he finds himself abruptly disinterested in sticking around, a nervous energy scratching back up through him over such a question with no obvious answer outside of his own stupidity. So instead Marcoulf rolls up on to his feet, gives Benedict a tip of the head that translates roughly to 'This has been fun,' and then slips from the courtyard so he can kick himself in private.