The trio took in a deep breath. "You all ready?" Flynn asked.
Lance made a squeaky noise in throat from justified fright, but he nodded. Varian bravely nodded, being sure to hide any trace of fear. Unlike the other two, he was forced to see the Baron about once a week, for he was his main boss after all. His fear was different than the other two. Where Flynn and Lance feared for their lives, Varian feared pain. After messing up in the pub a few times and threatened of being fired by his manager, the Baron had a serious conversation with him. The Baron was reminder of his past life under the controlling and painful shadow of Fredric. And the Baron was much stonger so when her slapped Varian, it hurt more than Fredric's.
Of course, the other two didn't know about that. There was a lot of things that they didn't know about, but that was fine. Varian wasn't stupid. He knew he didn't know everthing about them, and merely just a small fraction. No doubt Lance and Rider his things from each other as well. Varian had personally witnessed Lance finding out that Flynn had lied to them about how much they stole.
Flynn opened the door and the other two followed him to where the Baron sat on his throne-like-chair in the court yard.
"Rider. Strongbow. It was vary unwise lf you to return," the man growled.
"Ah, so you say, until you realize why we have ruturned," Flynn smirked with pride. He held up the crown. "This should pay off our debts and give us some extra cash in return."
The Baron stroked his beard. "It will pay for your dept, and my pardon," he clarified.
Flynn frowned. "But-"
"That is my only option I'm giving you," the man confirmed.
Rider glared at him in silence for a time before looking at his partner. Lance nodded, looking solely displeased by the situation. But he agreed that they had to hand it over. Varian looked solely disappointed by the news. Now they still didn't have money to leave or for his leg. He would have to continue working in the stupid pub, and, more than likely, his partners would have to leave for another heist. Or worst. Leave him behind because he has only been slowing them down.
Rider sighed and handed the crown to the Baron. The man smiled. "Wise choice, Rider."
"Nice doing business with you," Flynn lied. The trio left as soon as possible and returned to their run down shack.
"Well, Shit!" Rider hissed as he kicked a bucket across the room.
"Flynn, we should have known," Lance reminded him.
"I know," the man groaned. "Sorry, kid. Looks like your leg is going to have to wait."
"I'll manage. Life has always sucked for us. Don't see why that would change so suddenly with a shitty crown," Varian retorted as he flopped down on his broken bed.
"Tch, language," Lance tutted.
"What? You and Rider say much worse! I'm seventeen and I have lived in a hell for years! I believe I've earned the right to say a few cuss words from time to time," Varian retorted. "And use whatever tone I want."
"You have your point, kid. Just be wise with it," Rider said.
Varian merely rolled his eyes. In return, Flynn ruffled the boy's hair. "Lance is right, you've got a lot of spark there."
"Have you known me at all in this time?" Varian scoffed. "I'm all sass and rebellion. People earn my respect, I don't give out hand outs!"
"Oh, yeah, that's good! I'm gonna use that!" Lance exclaimed.