I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
"I'll keep it in mind, but you're better off throwin' your lot in with the two of them. I ain't any interest in gettin' killed," he said bluntly. Jack used the tunnels, he didn't own them. And he was out for himself, besides. Odds were that by the time any of them headed down into the Fingers to deal with the whatever it was, he'd be sailing again anyway. Shoving his bloodied hands in his pockets as they walked, Jack glanced over his shoulder at Jata's question, his expression briefly clouding with the thoughts that overtook the Arbiter's mind.
Longnight in the Hollowed Grounds certaintly seemed like a grand affair. "Can't speak for the rest of Torchline, but it's a party for my crew," he said with a smirk. "Not much to do other than make bonfires on the beach, drink and skinny dip. Deepfrost isn't exactly cold here, for all the name of the season."
Longnight in the Hollowed Grounds certaintly seemed like a grand affair. "Can't speak for the rest of Torchline, but it's a party for my crew," he said with a smirk. "Not much to do other than make bonfires on the beach, drink and skinny dip. Deepfrost isn't exactly cold here, for all the name of the season."
