<div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8acf84a3-3552-4d4b-9394-8fd273e50e2c/dd9q1v7-9bcbdd9c-b462-439c-bf83-1f91071b0de4.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzhhY2Y4NGEzLTM1NTItNGQ0Yi05Mzk0LThmZDI3M2U1MGUyY1wvZGQ5cTF2Ny05YmNiZGQ5Yy1iNDYyLTQzOWMtYmY4My0xZjkxMDcxYjBkZTQucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Vjcp5xFDzwCP6dQBexm6pp4J-qe_YKniSU65ugQCOVI)</div><br/><br/><strong>"Or,"</strong>Ian says, with a small frown as he turns towards Arty,<strong>"we just let them know we won' stop them.  Frankly I've half a mind ta do it maself.  Y'get what y'pay for after all."</strong>His mood swings back towards irritation, eyes narrowing sharply,<strong>"A copper'a day is less than beggar money.  B'lieve me."</strong>His hot blooded response is undercut somewhat by the fact that Uxia has her hands down his pants but he -seems- really worked up about the whole thing, insulted even.<br/><br/>He sniffs disdainfully and turns back towards the front,<strong>"'More useful in death than life'?  You best not play with no corpses in front'a me.  The only reasons I'm even -toleratin'- that fuckin' trash pile abomination yer on is 'cause it wasn' a person an you'd bitch about havin' ta walk."</strong>Muttering something and cursing under his breath, Ian looks ahead.  After only a few moments his anger starts to subside, though.  It's hard to maintain a righteous anger when someone's jacking you off.<br/><br/>He lets out a tired, worn out sigh and shakes his head, sending his long hair waving a moment before he continues quietly,<strong>"Besides, it ain' right ta strike down some honest bandit who's just tryin' ta make their way in'the world.  If it comes ta blows, we'll talk it out like civilized folk."</strong><br/>