our sins are washed away
Arching an eyebrow at Milo, Saiden grinned. "Is that so?" Chuckling to himself, his eyes crinkled. "What's appealing to ye about them? Besides the obvious, o' course." He winked at his fellow smuggler.
Bursting out laughing, the Hali nodded at the other man's advice. "Aye, I think I'll be alright on that front." Smirking, he shook his head. "Besides, it's not about yer size, it's about how ye use it."
Halting as they came to an intersection, he waited patiently for Milo to figure out which branch of the tunnel to take. As the cook stood there, he examined his fellow Abandoned. "So when yer not meeting strange men in tunnels, what do ye get up to?"
Bursting out laughing, the Hali nodded at the other man's advice. "Aye, I think I'll be alright on that front." Smirking, he shook his head. "Besides, it's not about yer size, it's about how ye use it."
Halting as they came to an intersection, he waited patiently for Milo to figure out which branch of the tunnel to take. As the cook stood there, he examined his fellow Abandoned. "So when yer not meeting strange men in tunnels, what do ye get up to?"
