mean. Those girlsâ only contribution will be money, but scruffers have more diverse skills. What good is money, anyway, when youâre on the run in Taladiaâs wilderness?
âSkills,â repeats Radnor.
âIâm an illusionist,â I remind him. âYou saw what I did in the tunnel before.â
Silence.
âAn illusionist?â says Teddy Nort, looking eager. âReally? Oh man, you shouldâve joined my pickpocket gang! Weâd get rich with an illusionist. Imagine what we ââ
âForget it,â says Radnor. âJust being an amateur illusionist isnât enough to buy you a spot on my crew. What other âskillsâ have you got?â
I hesitate. âWell, I can climb walls pretty well. I can scrounge, too, and Iâm not afraid to get my hands dirty.â
âWeâve already got those skills,â says Radnor. âWeâve got scruffers on the crew and we donât need another mouth to feed.â
âI can get my own food.â
Radnor laughs coldly. âOut there, in the wild? Youâre a city scruffer, not a traveller.â
I open my mouth to retort, but close it again. Heâs got a point. Iâve never been outside Rourtonâs walls. The only real trees Iâve seen are decorative, growing in the richiesâ front gardens. And even those are pruned into unnatural shapes, wrinkled and disfigured by the cityâs pollution.
Of course, Iâve seen trees sprout from alchemy bombs. They can shoot up in mere hours, unfurling roots across the rubble to ensnare their victimsâ corpses. But I doubt this memory will equip me for trekking through a real forest.
âWhat about you?â I say. âYou havenât been outside Rourton either, I bet.â
â Weâve got a plan.â Clementine sounds, if posÂsible, even haughtier than before. âI wouldnât expect someÂone of your status to understand, but itâs amazing what you can achieve with a little economic leverage.â
âWhat are you gonna do, bribe a tree?â I say.
Teddy Nort snorts, then hides his amusement by faking a coughing fit into his sleeve. I suppose he isnât keen to alienate himself from the rest of his crew. Thatâs fair enough, really; if I were about to risk my life on a long, perilous mission with only four companions, Iâd do the same. Of course, the pointâs moot, since Iâve alienated myself from Clementine already. It isnât looking likely that Iâll escape the city with this crew, but I figure itâs worth one more try.
âI thought you were keen on being fresh,â I say, âbeing the new generation. Why not try a crew of sixinstead of five?â
âSheâs got a point there,â says Teddy. âAnd come on, Radnor â sheâs an illusionist ! Iâve been looking to recruit one for years . . . Imagine the pranks she couldâve played on richies while I nicked their diamonds.â
Radnor shakes his head. âWeâve already got a crew of five.â
âWell, who says we can only have five?â says Teddy. âCanât hurt to shake things up a bit more. And hey, the guards wonât suspect us if we look too big to be a refugee crew.â He grins. âMaybe theyâll reckon weâre licensed traders or something. Iâll be the richie merchant and you lot can be my servants. Itâd make the trip a lot more fun.â
I try to imagine Teddy Nort, of all people, as a licensed trader. All I can picture is him stealing coins from his customersâ pockets.
âDonât be stupid, Nort,â says Radnor. âWeâve already got a good plan, and weâre not screwing it up at the last minute for the sake of some random scruffer girl.â He glares at me, then points down the tunnel. âGet out of here, and donât even think about following us.â
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