don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Raza has to concede that yes, the stars look do look nice. They look nicer from Torchline than here, but sure, stars are great. Whatever. She’s gearin’ up for another round of the ‘fight’ when the dude concedes, and quite frankly, it takes her by surprise. In fact, Raza takes a small step back when he stands up and is a hair slow to extend her hand in return, havin’ to shift the torch to the other. Now, the inn owner ain’t quite lookin’ at ‘im like he’s grown two heads, but she is suspicious.
“Raza Ekambe. An’... I think if there were plots I’d hear about ‘em.” Or be a part of ‘em. One way or another, she an’ her spies would find it out. Withdrawin’ her hand, she shifts the torch back an’ starts to - well, not relax - but be less on edge.
“So you don’t sound alright,” Raza says finally, half-steppin’ into bar owner mode.
“Raza Ekambe. An’... I think if there were plots I’d hear about ‘em.” Or be a part of ‘em. One way or another, she an’ her spies would find it out. Withdrawin’ her hand, she shifts the torch back an’ starts to - well, not relax - but be less on edge.
“So you don’t sound alright,” Raza says finally, half-steppin’ into bar owner mode.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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