Riiga

Somewhere inbetween Treilinia Castle, Leotyne Castle and Jevithem Castle, Kahotep was getting ready to return to Vesht to get his payment for his services.

Remembering what he was told "We need some sort of verification that you killed the target" and what he had gathered about the target, he yanked the necklace off the body and stuffed it into one of his many pockets for safe keeping 
The Necklace was the only thing that the target would never give up according to many merchants that encountered him, and during their brief battle this rumor seemed true.

Kahotep began walking North after looting the body of anything worth saving and making a "grave" for his victim.

Kahotep got an urge to look back, wondering what the sudden urge was for he looked back and saw a boy. He sighed and began to forge up a story as the boy stood still in what seemed to be a state of shock.

Hoping the boy wouldnt give chase he continued to walk back to Vesht.

[1]

Evan didn't notice the person to the side that seemed as if he had just been sleeping or resting, but he was taking great notice to the one on the road that was now walking away from him and towards Trelinia. Evan saw no insignias on this youth, and of course he had none on himself that were immediately visible. 

He picked up his pace as though wanting to catch up to him, but his nature was not aggressive, nor did he seem to be in any rush. He was only walking slightly faster and he did not even call out to stop the other guy. But he was catching up to him.

A smile spread across Savans face, this was going well, and they hadn't even spotted him yet. 

He started to walk to be slightly closer to the young one, as he thought he was probably going to lose and wanted to be in a position to help the kid out. 

Gleaming armor, he thought, what sort of fighter wears gleaming armor? What if he had to hide somewhere? It’s probably something to do with honor, he reasoned, if he’s honorable, he’ll defiantly lose. Mercenaries fight dirty. Honorable types are never willing to pull hair and kick below the belt. 

He also wondered what the kid suspected was following him, but decided for now it didn’t matter.

Wow, thought Savan, for a paranoid kid he is an extremely unobservant little thing. “That’s a beautiful idea,” he said, “ask the assassin, the guy who would kill anybody for the right price, its not as though you look like your loaded. On an unrelated note, the silver inlay on the sword hilt is very nice. That being said there’s a village with an inn about a half-mile down the road, they do a very nice roast duck. I don’t eat duck though, because of the flippers... anything at all interesting in those woods?”
Savan poked the boys limp arm with his staff. “Might you be needing help there?” he asked.

“No, your lying,” said Savan, as he followed two steps behind Evan. “you didn’t move your eyes when you bowed, you wanted to see if I was believing you. You probably also heard looking down was a sign of lying, its not. All that means is you have a guilty conscience. When your trying to spot a lie, you’re looking for a closing of posture, like when you turned away, when you try to protect your mind your body follows suit.”
He obviously wasn’t the kind who spent much effort on hiding their identity. He’d only said a few words but had already raised questions about himself. He obviously thought someone was tracking him, and felt he might need protection, he’s not a criminal though, he thinks he’ll be safe once in the village. Although… there might be more to this boy than is obvious. Words like “accompaniment” don’t usually come so naturally from a kid his age. And what was he about to say?
 “I’m Savan, by the way… so where are you from?”

Savan enjoyed mysteries, and had been compiling a list of substitutes for Evans stutter. He had come up with fought or flew, but they both could be substituted for “came here” anyway. A slip up of that magnitude means the kid wants to tell me, Savan thought, well, it’ll be easier to test “fought” later.
“Evan, that’s a nice name. Central huh? I hear you can get some strong updrafts off the mountains there this time of year.”

“No, problem,” said Savan. He looked around to make sure that assassin hadn’t followed them. Seeing that the road was clear in both directions, he swung his staff at Evan’s legs to trip him as he walked.
“Your money or your life is generally how these things go,” said Savan, “but I personally find your money or your money and your life tends to be a bit more accurate.”

“It’s called a robbery, Evan, a concept for which I entertain a great confidence that you are in some vague way familiar with,” said Savan, fast becoming thoroughly bored with the whole morning. His plan had thus far gone smooth. He had seen that the kid had some wealth about him and proceeded to lure him into the middle of nowhere where he could rob him, gaining his trust with some useless advice on deception, all the while being the eccentric but kind little boy who just wanted to help out. That he had given his real name didn’t bother him. It didn’t even occur to him, the difference between what was true and what was lie had long since disappeared to Savan. He had entertained a hope they would be attacked at some point, but alas, it was not to be.
He was forgetting something… ahh, yes. The injury. 
“I guarantee you that there is no village, nor Inn for quite a distance,” continued Savan, “but should our exchange continue smoothly I assure you I will give you detailed instructions as to said shelters location. Now, get the coins please, you can keep the sword.” He held out a bag. 

Edit: His name is Evan, not Eric, and it's spelt bored, not board. Fixed both.

[[1]]

“Don’t lie to me, you’re not very good at it.” said Savan, who was really becoming quite annoyed at this kids constant and feeble attempts at deception, “If you have no money, then why do you want to go to an inn? And why are you going to the trouble to defend your pocket change? Last chance, fork it over or I’m going to get bored with talking. 5, 4…”