Weaver’s answer seems to satisfy. Though no more information is given currently, she is not disappointed. Things like this don’t work so quickly, but it’s clear Raza knows something of the underground that fills the rumors of Torchline. It is all Weaver can do right now to simply plant some seeds and then let them grow. She doesn’t worry that her actions might not match her words, because Weaver knows in the end that she is exactly the sort that can be trusted with the seedy and nefarious things.
Raza leans forward, stretching her back, but also close enough to speak quietly. Weaver knows this sort of tactic well, one she uses regularly. A casual touch perhaps, a forward lean, lips against ears. Such moves have many uses, and sometimes she even means them. ”Any message to Halo will find me.” Small towns make it easy to contact people, but Raza would have to be clever and careful with the wording. Weaver keeps her voice quiet, leaning forward just slightly, both hands cupped around her drink. ”Though I will be opening a bar soon, the Kraai, so that will be the best place to reach me once it’s complete.”Let’s ignore the wonky timeline here.
Raza leans forward, stretching her back, but also close enough to speak quietly. Weaver knows this sort of tactic well, one she uses regularly. A casual touch perhaps, a forward lean, lips against ears. Such moves have many uses, and sometimes she even means them. ”Any message to Halo will find me.” Small towns make it easy to contact people, but Raza would have to be clever and careful with the wording. Weaver keeps her voice quiet, leaning forward just slightly, both hands cupped around her drink. ”Though I will be opening a bar soon, the Kraai, so that will be the best place to reach me once it’s complete.”
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
