The sack twitched once. A small part was pulled inward, forming a dimple. Someone who'd been passing by the back of the Gallow's End might have heard sounds of cloth tearing between small, sharp teeth. But no one walked by. The dimple relaxed and two small fingers poked out of the hole, followed by two more from the other hand. A sharp tug and the hole became a tear. Several more urgent tugs and the tear was wide enough for the small form inside to slip out of the sack and into the shadows. "Ah dunno, Shi. We no be havin' anneh news yet." "Jah, last ah 'eard. Karet' be watchin' im." "Oh?"