"Something exciting?
Think you can handle it?"
Arthur sneered twice at Malinda's softly spoken question.
The lady immediately snorted.
"I hate men, not birds."
As she spoke, she stared hard at Arthur, looking ready to put that to the test.
Arthur merely sneered again.
"Same thing."
The double meaning struck her a moment later, but before she could speak, Arthur continued.
"Besides...
My feathers don't like getting wet."
Another devastating blow, delivered in a drawn-out tone brimming with provocation.
Malinda's gaze instantly turned dangerous.
They stared each other down, neither giving an inch.
About two seconds later, they both turned their heads aside and spat out the same word-
"Pah!"
"You childish, petty bastard!"
Malinda even raised her middle finger at Arthur. She knew perfectly well that this was his revenge for her earlier "probing."
She did not mind.
At least she now knew that shipment of weapons was not Arthur's.
That was enough.
And if those weapons really had been Arthur's?
She would have had to reconsider their partnership.
South Los could never allow someone that dangerous to remain.
"Where did those weapons come from?"
The lady put her pipe back between her lips and asked.
"Have you heard of Hilt Tower?"
Arthur shared what he knew, concealing a probe unique to a Medium within his words. Although the shelves in that secret chamber had held plenty of knowledge about the mystical side, there had been no further information about Hilt Tower. Fritz had clearly hidden it deliberately.
Still, Arthur believed Malinda would give him a satisfactory answer.
And indeed, she did-
"Hilt Tower?
During the silver age, Hilt Tower was one of the few neutral territories. Thanks to the immense power of its master, Hilt, it stood upon the lands of Winterhold, a place countless scholars and ascetics