raza
Raza is quiet for a long moment after their explanation; on one hand, she still thinks its utter bullshit. On the other hand, they say they’re hungry. And as she understands it now, comin’ in as an Outlander ain’t all it’s cracked up t’be. Especially now.
“I don’t carry food here,” she starts off with a shake of her head, “But y’can get most anything with a bottle of booze.” Holding her hand out for the secret-teller (sure, let’s accept it at face value), she waits until it’s in hand before turning to go behind the bar and grab a full bottle of something. “Here.” She offers it to them, over the bar.
“Go up the road to the Inn, keep heading up from here, then a right. Follow the cliff line. Tell ‘em Raza sent you and give ‘em that. Should buy you a night or two and food.”
“I don’t carry food here,” she starts off with a shake of her head, “But y’can get most anything with a bottle of booze.” Holding her hand out for the secret-teller (sure, let’s accept it at face value), she waits until it’s in hand before turning to go behind the bar and grab a full bottle of something. “Here.” She offers it to them, over the bar.
“Go up the road to the Inn, keep heading up from here, then a right. Follow the cliff line. Tell ‘em Raza sent you and give ‘em that. Should buy you a night or two and food.”
