Looking for Mr Williamson

[Viktor]

There's a definite change in the mood at the table as the tankard is put down. The previous friendly atmosphere and conversation vanishes almost instantly and the other fellow at the table studiously studies the inside of his own tankard. Tallow looks at it and then looks back at the other person at the table, pretty much ignoring George and not making any attempt to take or accept the drink.

"What do you want Mr. Williamson?"

[George Williamson]

Well that wasn't quite what he was expecting. The other was studying his pint, avoiding being interacted with. Mr Tallow was certainly something else. Like domintor like ghoul... though he still wasn't sure.

"I got somethin' for ya to pass up, from 'er", his head gestured towards the door, "old father."

His hope was that Viktor as Harpy would reject the prestation and George would just have to give the letter back to Miroslav at Elysium. Give him more time. He still had to deal with the Malota problem. 'Course the letter of prestation had to get to Viktor first.

[Viktor]

Tallow slowly begins to unbutton the cuff and roll up the sleeve on his right arm and when it's at his elbow he speaks again.

"I ain't your messenger and I ain't going to start. Best you run on boy and see to your own errands."

He begins to do the same on his left.

[George Williamson]

Definitely like domitor like ghoul. George didn't feel like getting decked tonight, let alone in this pub. George had stiffened. Well maybe it wasn't going to be that easy.

"That's a shame." He scratched his side. "Keep the pint."

He thought to leaving, unless Mr Tallow was going to interject.

[Viktor]

Tallow finishes rolling up his left sleeve and waits for George to go away without saying anything further.

[George Williamson]

Definitely doesn't want to be decked, so he goes to leave the pub, nodding to the barman as he leaves.

Further south George goes tonight.