Lewin looked at Fossil with a cocked eyebrow. She seemed reserved about his proposition. He sighed, and took a drink from his wineskin. He sat down next to her, cursing her caution. The reason for it was obvious, but her thoughts ill-concieved.<span style="color: #808040">"I just killed one of the city's finest guards in cold blood, as well as many others. I started a full-scale slave revolt, stole a boat, rescued a resistance member, and freed perhaps the most expensive slave sold in the city the whole month. The Red Leopards are decentralized and omnipresent. Even if I managed to take out the top brass, the resisistance would be set back... a week, maybe two. And you saw me use magic, yes? I'm not and elf, nor a nymph - that much should be plain to see. Do you know Lorsoul's stance on trolls? Would he want one exposed to resistance propaganda?"</span>He rested his case for a moment. Then he looked to the nymph he had dragged along.<span style="color: #808040">"You, boy, do you have keys that could unlock her shackles?"</span>He took another deep swig from his wineskin.