born with salt on my skin
Relieved of any true responsibility to bring what she hears to the Governor’s attention, the appearance of two mysterious strangers in her bar a couple’a nights ago, paired with what she overheard with her earring, make Raza think she ought to at least tell Zeph. Who can then tell… whomever. After that, it’s outta her hands and they can do with it what they will. Until danger comes to the Hanged Man or Torchline, it ain’t her problem. This time she arrives at his door without alcohol, a sign that she’s here purely for business. Though there ain’t anythin’ grim on her face, she does exude an air of ponderin’ an’ seriousness. She raps three sharp times on his door an’ leans agains the doorpost, waitin’ for someone to answer. There’s a light on inside, so someone should be home - unless he's left a candle burnin' again, the idiot.
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
