Pihu shuffled back and forth a few times. Not meeting Hadama's gaze, she pecked at the ground. Eh, not really. Just common knowledge. Ye have to learn how to take care of yer tools properly in Torchline, otherwise the ocean air will claim ''em. Oil 'em and keep 'em dry and all that. She croaked as the thought of rusty weapons and tools passed through her mind and bled through the bond.
Nothin' personal. Knew a few smiths is all. Smiths that were clients at the brothel she grew up in. Trying to keep the bond closed, she turned away from him. Taking flight, she moved to perch on a nearby barrel. Happy to hear more if yer willin' to talk about it.
Nothin' personal. Knew a few smiths is all. Smiths that were clients at the brothel she grew up in. Trying to keep the bond closed, she turned away from him. Taking flight, she moved to perch on a nearby barrel. Happy to hear more if yer willin' to talk about it.
