I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
"Good to hear it." Jack didn't spare a glance at the moaning couple of guys in the alley; they would live, his telepathy told him that much, so he turned as if to start walking back the way Sunjata had approached, trusting the other man to follow. "Apologies, Arbiter," he said on the noise complaint, and meant it. "That sort of business usually belongs in the Fingers, but as you well know, it ain't so easy to navigate the tunnels these days."
Taking another drag on the cigarette, Jack offered a nod of greeting to one of the remaining merchants packing up his stall. "Strangled," he said of his business, unable to keep the bitter note from his voice. "New Governor, same rules. But with the volcano and the rest of it, we didn't sail for Leafchange. We are meant to be pulling into the docks about now." He wrinkled his nose. "So yeah, it's Deepfrost prep from here. Flowerbirth can't come soon enough, though."
Nodding towards the port and the Hanged Man, Jack moved as if to go that way. "Want a drink?" Casual bribery and all that.
Taking another drag on the cigarette, Jack offered a nod of greeting to one of the remaining merchants packing up his stall. "Strangled," he said of his business, unable to keep the bitter note from his voice. "New Governor, same rules. But with the volcano and the rest of it, we didn't sail for Leafchange. We are meant to be pulling into the docks about now." He wrinkled his nose. "So yeah, it's Deepfrost prep from here. Flowerbirth can't come soon enough, though."
Nodding towards the port and the Hanged Man, Jack moved as if to go that way. "Want a drink?" Casual bribery and all that.
