Belle swallows sharply at the approach of the stranger. Perhaps, D'arq did make good on his promise to get rid of her and her papa. Terror lances up her spine at his approach. "Ca-- can I help you, Monsieur?" She asks, cautiously reaching out to take Phillippe's reins. (to the Huntsman)
“Aye, ye can, lass.” Darting over, he grasped the reins quickly and pulled them out of her reach. The horse was skittish at first until Eric cooed and whispered to the horse for a few short moments before returning his darkened gaze back to the girl atop the horse. “I’m terribly sorry, Miss.”
Eric had been in a pub, playing cards and trying to win some extra silver when a hooded man entered, walking straight towards him. The stranger remained silent as he slapped three small bags of coins onto the table, one bag being swooped up by his partner in cards, another bag by his friend nearby. The last bag was presumably Eric’s, at this point assuming the man wanted the table, swiping the bag as he stood to exit the booth.
The man’s hand came up to stop him before sliding into the booth, into the seat across from him. The stranger finally spoke up. “Have a seat please. I may have a job for you.” Definitely a man and no one Eric recognized, not by voice anyway. Eric sat back down, slightly intrigued at this point as the bag of coins in his pocket had felt pretty hefty.
“What do you need?” After listening to the request, Eric had thought better of it. Thinking twice on the offer, though, if he took the job and succeeded, another deposit would be made and he could surely use the coins right now. “Okay, I’ll do it. And you want her heart, for proof?” It was becoming a sick reality, every single day.
“You’ll have to come with me, Belle.”
