Starlequin's snores filled the alley, echoing around in his little box before escaping to splinter windows and frighten rabid cats. He kicked in his sleep to pull free of his newspapers, the warmth of a full belly and a great many beers sufficing to keep him comfortable through the night. A rare smile plastered his face as he rolled over, dreaming of pleasant evenings spent in surprisingly enjoyable company. He'd had to admit that MabFaerie really had been quite charming, for a lying, backstabbing snake in the grass. Too bad his peaceful reveries were shattered as the harpy stormed back into his alley this morning accusing him yet again as the source of their town's ills. Star grumbled and sat back up, glaring at the witch in a scene eerily reminiscent of their first meeting.
"Now I've seen everythin', I have. Share company, share a meal, then point a man straight back at the gallows. Would'a been better off if ya'd just killed me last night when ya 'ad the chance, instead'a lettin' a man work up hopes for breakfast. Ah, but I get it. Needed an alibi, didja? And couldn't do better'n the old town derelict, and here I thought you were some manner of professional. But aye, what's even more amazin' is ya managed to get something so wrong and no doubt so right at once! I been figurin' Yugi for a darker ace a while now; reckon yo're plannin' on sellin' 'im up river now the bobbies are gettin' on to ya, eh? Always said there was no honor among thieves, my old dad did, and now I see it holds for murderers too!"