"Indeed, Mister Vincent," Sal intoned, looking at the new girl, Genesis.  "We should leave soon.  But the innkeeper still needs time to gather the supplies I asked for.  Time which should be just enough for us to ready the horses, and for me to fill in our new friend."  He smiled at the girl and her puppet, perhaps the only one among them who knew the deal with the two of them.  But he wasn't about to fill the others in quite yet.  "Miss Genesis, if you would care to join me, I can explain everything while we get the horses ready."<br/><br/>He paused a moment next to the thug who was still feigning unconsciousness, despite having his wounds healed by the compassionate priest.  "If I were you," he muttered, only loud enough for his target to hear, "I would think of your two friends, now buried deep under the street, and think about changing jobs.  I hear baking can be very rewarding..."<br/><br/>With that, he stepped toward the stable.  He wasn't under any illusion that people change, very much.  However, he also knew what it was like to have a near-death experience.  Perhaps the boy would re-think his options. If not, well, there was always a squalid alley somewhere where he'd meet his untimely demise.<br/><br/>((Sal gives Genesis and Doma/Roger the basic breakdown, including how they were selected by the Gods... already))