“What kind
of a price?” Raven asks. “I have nothing of value, nor the
influence to achieve or obtain anything you might want.”
Nan cackles
again. “Oh you've influence, sure enough. But old Nan doesn't
want for a thing, not right now.” She leans towards him. “One
day, old Nan might need a favour,” she whispers. “Say you'll
grant it when that time comes.”
Raven takes
a moment to consider the consequences before reluctantly replying “I
can make no guarantees, but I give you my word I will do all that I
can in your cause.”
“Coming
from you, that'll do for old Nan. Off you go then, 'n' be quick
about it.” Old Nan licks her lips. “There's young 'uns nearby,
'n' old Nan can smell their hunger.”
