“I have to say,” Wayne muttered, “that there are better methods of gettin’ my attention. You’re not supposed to take friends captive, Wax, unless it involves a safeword and stretchy ropes.”
“Stretchy ropes?”
“More fun if you can move a little,” Wayne said. “I got to test them, since I had to be the one getting tied up. You know, on account of the fact that my girlfriend could turn into a puddle of jelly on command. Kind of undermines the point of bondage.”
Wax groaned softly as they slipped out onto the street. “I didnotneed to know any of that, Wayne. Could you maybe avoid being crass on the missions Harmony specifically sent us on?”
“Hey now,” Wayne said. “That’s not crass. MeLaan is a divine being.Chosen by Harmony. I figure, dating her was basically like going to church, you know?”
“And the stretchy ropes?”
“A, uh, metaphor for us all being bound by God’s will?”
They shared a look, then Wax actually grinned as he shook his head. Good. Guy was too uptight these days, what with parenthood, bein’ a senator, and having to save the whole damn city now and then.
Hoid pulled up in the car to get them, per Wayne’s earlier request—but Telsin was still lurking around. So Wax and Wayne slipped out another way and entered a busy street of bustling people. Full of Bilming idiots what had no idea how difficult they was making life. Though he supposed that was too much of a generalization. There were plenty of people in Bilming that weren’t idiots—they came from out of town to gawk at all the idiots.
“Did you get a lead out of Telsin?” Wayne asked as they blended into the crowd.
“Maybe,” Wax said.
“Well, I’vedefinitelygot a lead.”
“You do? Thank Harmony.”
“Yup. There’s ashininggood pub three streets over. Two different bums swore by it.”
Wayne earned a real good glare out of that one. Made him feel all proud of himself. Smiles, then glares, then smiles, then glares. They pulled at a person like taffy, keeping them limber.
“I had to get away from Telsin,” Wax said. “I’m sure she was stalling, trying to keep me occupied.”
“Seems like she’s worried we can stop her.”
“Agreed. Which is encouraging. But I won’t get anything useful from her. Not in time. We need someone else to interrogate, and she gave me a lead: I think the lord mayor deserves a visit.”
“Here now,” Wayne said. “Nowthat’san idea.”
They stopped on the street, people giving them a wide berth. The folks here seemed to dress with a lot more variety than in Elendel, but nobody wore guns. Wax stood out like a big ol’ wart on a fellow’s face. The type that you really wanted to pop to see what oozed out.
“We don’t exactly blend in, do we?” Wax said.
“Mate, you’re wearing a rustingmistcoat.”
“They’re comfy.”
“They draw attention.”
“You like attention!”
“Depends on who’s looking.” He eyed Wax. “Never have figured out how to go up stairs in one of those things without tripping over my own feet.”
“I’ve never had any trouble.”
Figured. Mistcoats appeared like a regular piece of clothing, but Wayne was sure they was secretly something else. Made of mist or such—and since HarmonylikedWax, the coat didn’t trip him.
Wasn’t fair that God liked Wax better. Wayne didn’tmeanto blaspheme when he got drunk, it just slipped out. And really, if the blasphemy leaked out, didn’t that mean he was more pious afterward? That was why he got drunk so often. That, and absolutely no other reason.
The two of them moved to the side of the street, in the mouth of an alleyway, to plan. Wax glared right smartly at anyone who gawked, sending them on their way.