Conversing with Karshin

"Good," he says when I accept. "So what will you have?"

"A glass of red wine, please, if they have something that's not too rough. Just a small glass, mind, not an enormous goblet like yours."

"Very well. I shan't be long." He heads off to the bar, and returns a few minutes later with a glass which, though not as large as his own, is still quite substantial. "This is the smallest measure that they sell wine in," he explains before I can say anything.

He sets the glass down in from of me and sits down. I take a cautious sip, and discover that it's surprisingly good. "Not at all bad," I concede.

"I'm glad that you approve. You must forgive me for assuming that you were still a 'working girl'. After all, you are displaying rather a lot of leg."

I hastily rearrange the skirt of my dress. "I don't have a lady's saddle," I explain, "so have had to ride astride. I had no choice but to cut my skirt on each side."

"Very resourceful of you," he says, as I take another sip of my drink.

1. We have a not very interesting conversation.
2. I tell him where I am headed, though not why of course. "Rather you than me," he says. "What do you mean?" I ask. "Haven't you heard about the recent smallpox outbreak in that region?"
3. Conversation turns to the other girls at Madam Scarlet's. "I heard some news about Moula the other day," he says. "Such a shame what's happened to her." "What do you mean?" I ask. I've had no news of her since I began working at Gustav's.
4. One drink leads to another.
5. I start to feel dizzy, Could Karshin have drugged my drink?
6. "Enough of this pretence," he says suddenly. "I know that you went to work for Gustav, that one of his guards killed him and that you ran off with the man."

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