Franklin was saved the trouble of explaining by Thom’s response.
“Well that hardly matters now does it? You remember old Toras’ necklace don’t you.”
“You said that was fake.”
“Aye, and I thought it was. But then again we thought all weir stories were fake didn’t we.”
Elmo chewed on his bottom lip silently. Franklin was tempted to leave well enough alone now that Elmo had shut up, but his curiosity had been piqued.
“Who’s Toras and what’s this about his necklace?”
Thom stretched his arms behind his neck and leaned back against a redwood before answering.
“Toras was a no good thief we were forced to work with until he took a berth in one of yer pa’s ships as extra security.”
“Toras saved our lives.”
Thom sniffed and then nodded once at Elmo.
“He was fairly skilled with a glaive, I’ll give him that. And it was comforting to have him at yer back when trouble would break out. But I don’t care what he claimed, nobody is lucky enough to flip that many Baurs in a single night. And it doesn’t do much good to have protection at your back if that protection then jist goes and cheats you out of the silver you risked yer life for in the first place.”
“You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.”
Thom barked a sharp laugh.
“I guarantee that my death won’t be keepin’ folks from speakin’ ill of old Thom. So I don’t see why I should have to curb my tongue ‘till that day comes. Still my debt to the theivin’ gambler did go down to the bottom of the sea with ‘im. I guess I should let my grudge fall too. Fair is fair.”