The sound of footsteps on the warped boards pulls my head up and I pop up to see who’s coming in when it’s in such an obvious state of disrepair. Boxes everywhere. Water stains on the wood, chairs stacked in corners - it’s not a functional place.
Ah, the hero of the Ballad of the Sea Panther. I offer a tight-lipped smile. Not because I don’t want to see him, but because I hadn’t thought that I might have company - or even want company right now. An’ even though he’s polite enough to ask, I can’t bring myself to turn ‘em away. Not when they had my back. “Sure,” I mumble, looking around at the boxes for something suitable to offer them.
Sunjata is easy. I pull out a spiced liquor, Fireball, we call it, even though it’s only cinnamon ‘n grain alcohol. Potent shit, does just what it says it does - lights a fireball going down. And for Haai? I got some jerky on me, an’ offer it to him with a small flourish. “What’s up?” I ask as I offer a glass - unpoured as of right now, but that’s easily remedied.
Ah, the hero of the Ballad of the Sea Panther. I offer a tight-lipped smile. Not because I don’t want to see him, but because I hadn’t thought that I might have company - or even want company right now. An’ even though he’s polite enough to ask, I can’t bring myself to turn ‘em away. Not when they had my back. “Sure,” I mumble, looking around at the boxes for something suitable to offer them.
Sunjata is easy. I pull out a spiced liquor, Fireball, we call it, even though it’s only cinnamon ‘n grain alcohol. Potent shit, does just what it says it does - lights a fireball going down. And for Haai? I got some jerky on me, an’ offer it to him with a small flourish. “What’s up?” I ask as I offer a glass - unpoured as of right now, but that’s easily remedied.
quid pro quo
ain't nothin in this life for free
RAZA
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