Visiting post for Urquhart, no. 5
Teja is trying a new tactic with Urquhart. This morning, he brings him the most interesting coffee he has ever had, and waits by the barrier while the mad Scot takes the first sip.
"This is delicious!" Urquhart says, looking at his jailer with suspicion. "What is it?"
There must be a catch.
Teja explains to him.
"That's generous of you," Urquhart says. If the Goth thought he'd spit out the coffee, he should think again.
"No, it is not," Teja says. "What a prisoner uses is taken from his tab. If I serve you this, instead of another coffee, the blood money you were paid for attempting to kill me will run out much, much sooner. Within months, not years."
Urquhart shows him the digitus impudicus, leans back, and enjoys his coffee. But inwardly, he is worried. What if the equally lovely and unsettling Bianca was right, after all?
"This is delicious!" Urquhart says, looking at his jailer with suspicion. "What is it?"
There must be a catch.
Teja explains to him.
"That's generous of you," Urquhart says. If the Goth thought he'd spit out the coffee, he should think again.
"No, it is not," Teja says. "What a prisoner uses is taken from his tab. If I serve you this, instead of another coffee, the blood money you were paid for attempting to kill me will run out much, much sooner. Within months, not years."
Urquhart shows him the digitus impudicus, leans back, and enjoys his coffee. But inwardly, he is worried. What if the equally lovely and unsettling Bianca was right, after all?