"You're not going soft on me, are you, Midas?" Raven asked. "We do the job that pays the bills; that's the way it's always been."
Leopold and Raven had been taking a nap in their room in the compound when Midas had burst through the door, back from his errand. he had barely dropped the luggage on the floor and shut the door behind him before he started raising concerns about the job they were doing.
"Yeah, make sure that Maria isn't getting into your head," Leopold said. "The last thing we need is for a woman to ruin our operation. It isn't great, but it's the best we have."
"I'm not letting her get into my head," Midas argued. "And I'm not soft, just concerned. Guess what I just found out about our horse?"
"It's a stallion?" Raven asked sarcastically. "I don't know; what did you hear?"
"You know how the client said he wanted us to kill a man's horse which was why I assumed there was a lord of this castle?" Midas asked. "Well there's a baron or some sort of nobility coming to visit. He's just passing through on his way to a horse competition or show or something and guess what he's bringing with him?"
"His prized horse," Leopold said. "Unless you were going someplace entirely different with that."
"So we've got our horse now," Raven commented, ignoring Leopold's comment. "I say we wait for it to arrive, do the job, and get out of here."