I didn’t like his idea one bit. I also knew I couldn’t go myself. I motioned for him to come over. “Samuel, let's have talk.” He glanced up from the awkward bowing position he was in and made his way to my desk. I didn't hesitate in getting straight to the point, “Luke thinks it’d be best to send you on a job for us.”
Luke continued for me adding, “Yes, we have a lead of where the assassin may frequently spend his time. All we need is someone to check it out.”
Samuel brought his attention back to me, “I thought you said you didn’t have any leads.”
I rested my chin on my hand, then tilted my head, “I lied. Luke told me not tell you anything.”
His eyes narrowed as he replied, “That makes me feel so much more reassured.” He nervously paced back and forth across the room. It reminded me of when he did the odd mumbling thing. “Where is it?”
I turned to Luke waiting for his answer. “A tavern.”
I raised an eyebrow as his high-pitched screech shattered the air. “You want me to go somewhere with thieves and alcoholics?” I blinked both amused and confused by his reaction. He looked like he was going to faint.
I shook my head and muttered, "It's not far-fetched considering they're most likely thieves and alcoholics. Where'd you think they be at?"
Luke stared at Samuel in regret from even having the idea of sending him. He leaned next to me and asked, “Are you sure he’s the one who rescued you?"
I frowned giving him a "Stop that" expression, but in reality, I was starting to ask myself that same question. He seemed much more put together when I was being attacked.
He must have heard because he said, “I didn’t have time to think about the risks when she was being attacked. I do now.”
I slumped back in my chair. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to wait for you to make up your mind." I turned towards Luke, "Find someone who is willing to do it. And make sure they can keep their mouth shut in the process.”
Immediately, Samuel stopped pacing. “Wait, I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. I..i…um… fine.” I glanced down at the distracting motion of him frantically playing with his fingers. If something happened to him, I’d beat Luke myself. He obviously wasn’t the most sensible choice, but we didn’t have time to waste. He’d have to be good enough.
I nodded forming a plan. “Hm, alright. It’s settled. It’ll happen tomorrow night.”
"To-tomorrow? So soon? Goodness, I thought it was in a week or so. I thought I'd have time to prepare. I...I can do-."
I hastily got up from my chair when I heard a loud thud hit the ground. I kneeled down beside his body checking for blood or signs of injury. Thankfully, I found none. "Samuel, you idiot." Upset and annoyed I said, "Luke, go get a cold bucket of water."
He, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all. He took his time walking to the door. And he didn't leave before saying, "He's not a child. You shouldn't worry yourself over him. If he was this terrified, he could have said no." As he left, I heard the echos of his laughter in the hallway. That only infuriated me more.
I grumbled to myself, "Who's worried? Not me. I'm not worried at all."
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