"I've got me own interests 'cross th'city, though ye know that." Zhi watched a wench approach -- finally! -- to see what Droendragasyn wanted to order. She leaned into her hands, her ribs pressing into the table's edge. "Might be there's summat of interest fer both o'us, wi'yer man's wand'rin'. But ye know me type, hey? I don't sing fer th'pleasure o'me own voice."
She leaned back, lifting one hand to wave off the wench's attention. "Whatever he wants."
She leaned back, lifting one hand to wave off the wench's attention. "Whatever he wants."