Lyle narrows his eyes and gives a non-committal grunt in response to Terlyn, and watches him turn to start wandering off. He eyes the woman in Terlyn's arms as they start to leave and thinks, The blasted fool is off to spend a small fortune on women and drink, and it isn't much past noon. He shakes his head and begins to follow them again, I don't work for you, you fat little worm, he muses, and more's the pity. At least it's easier to keep you out of harm's way when you are passed out in a bed.

Lyle continues to follow Terlyn and the woman, albeit at a distance of roughly ten paces. Far enough back that he could keep Terlyn from noticing, but not so far that he couldn't be there if trouble started. He watched the woman his charge was with. He knew that many of the working girls around here were also pickpockets, and some of them weren't even prostitutes, but simple thieves who would use their good looks to lure a target into an alley where she would leave him bleeding and poor. As far as Lyle was concerned, she could clear out Terlyn's pockets, just so long as she didn't draw steel on him.