“So tell me,” the draugr said, leaning forward, “how has life been since you left the banshee compound?”
Norene smiled. “It’s been good. I mean, my house isn’t as nice as the compound, but people are so much nicer.” She looked at me. “Like Margot!”
“Thanks.” I eyed the draugr, wondering what, exactly, he wanted out of Norene, since it was becoming increasingly clear that this time he had no interest in me. Well, one way to find out.
“Do you—” the draugr began.
“What do you want with us?” I winced. That had come out a little more hostile than I’d intended.
The draugr turned cold, dead eyes on me. “Want with you?” He smiled again, but this time it was more a baring of teeth than an expression of amusement. “You are of passing interest to me. I find you amusing, but you have nothing to offer me. Your friend, on the other hand…”
I couldn’t stop myself from grimacing. As I’d expected.
“What can I offer you?” Norene asked, entirely too innocently. “I don’t have a job, and the other banshees think I’m worse than useless.” Despite the severity of the judgement she claimed came from the other banshees, she didn’t seemed bothered by the fact in the slightest. Maybe she was better at hiding things than I’d thought. Or maybe she just didn’t care.
The draugr leaned forward. “Tell me about the banshee compound.”
Norene looked startled. “Oh, I’m not allowed to talk about that.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Why?” the draugr countered. Oh, he was clever. He didn’t hedge and maneuver like he had with Sarai, no, now he seemed honest and straightforward, rather like Norene herself.
“Banshee rules. Even outside the compound—” She leaned forward. “—they know things.”
“What do you care about banshee rules?”
“I don’t, really.” Norene looked thoughtful.
“That’s enough,” I interrupted, standing. “Norene, don’t say anything more.”
“Why not?”
I ignored her question. “You want something, we get something in return.”
The draugr leaned back, studying me through slitted eyes. I felt the sudden urge to sit down again, but resisted. “You’re more clever than I gave you credit for,” he said finally.
I blinked. “Uh, thanks?” Well, there went my impression of a tough negotiator.
“What is it you want, then?”
My plan hadn’t really gone that far, so I thought fast. “Water and electricity for Norene’s house.” I paused. “And repairs.”
“You could do that?” Norene stared at the draugr, seeming impressed.
The draugr smiled. “If sufficiently motivated.”
“Five minutes of questions that Norene will answer, and more later once we see some progress on the house,” I suggested.
The draugr just looked at me, a superior little smirk on his face. “Ten minutes.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Ten minutes.” He didn’t know just how much Norene could talk about nothing at all.