Raza
“An’ who the fuck leaves it here?” Raza grumbles along, perfectly audible, her breath hissing out of her in obvious discontent. She’d had second thoughts, but ended up comin’ at Jack’s invitation despite her long-stated deep fear of the bottomless waters. White-knuckled an’ tight-lipped most of the way, at least her last meal didn’t make a surprise visit. “Guess Amos always was a bit dumb. Brilliant in a fight, but not the brightest.” Swatting at a gnat, she uses her trident to push aside one of the branches with the black leaves on it, she murmurs again, “Sucks he’s gone. What a way t’go.” Jack may not be able to see it, but she’s ahakin’ her head and can’t help but think that whatever killed him, he looks like he died terrified.
An' Amos wasn't scared of much.
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
