Zhavi wasn't hungover so much as she was still drunk. She'd crashed in one of her holes around the city, not trusting the cheap boarding house she'd recently paid a room for. She hadn't slept for long. Long, restful nights had never come easily to her for as long as she could remember. Sleeping light kept you alive.
There'd been other jobs to see to after the strange meeting the prior night. Things to deliver. Messages to give. People to spy on. The last had been the cause of her small amount of sleep, but she'd gotten a good tidbit out of it. She knew she should sleep more, just the same way she knew she should smoke less.
About that. . .
She inhaled for a long time, savoring the sophorific effect of the smoke held between her fingers. She was still dressed in the clothing from the day before -- not the stuff she'd met the two in, but her climbing gear.
Zhi made decent enough money as a runner, but over half wound up getting spent as payments, for disguises, clothing for jobs, tools -- it wasn't a cheap occupation, not if you meant to be any good at it. A good portion of the rest was spent on alcohol, smokes, and. . .other habits. All in the name of collecting information, of course. She wasn't irresponsible in the least.
The stub almost burned her fingers. She would've used her pipe, but it was at the boarding house. She grimaced and put it out. The ash was left where it had spilled on the ground, and she dressed for the day in sturdy, practical clothes tight enough to her body that she could climb in a pinch, while thick enough that it left her shape on the feminine side of androgynous. Then she left.
She made her morning rounds, deciding on the spot where she was going. It was true that she couldn't fight for shit, but when it came to following people and keeping them off her own tail she was good. Really damn good. She was watching as she circled a couple places she'd skipped the day before, and a couple more that she had.
In between her more normal work, she carefully spread rumors about Unrelenting, with the slightest implications that he should be taken care of by those with the chops to do so. Bad for business, was her suggestion. Good for reputation should someone put an end to him. Oh, aye, she'd brought on Inessa to take care of the problem, but it was always prudent to have backups. How well would he fare, she wondered -- how dangerous was he? That she didn't know was a big problem. That she'd been sloppy enough for him to figure her out was the bigger problem.
Once she'd finished her rounds, she made her way to Fisherman's Bottom. She made a few careful inquiries into Sebastian Redgrave, and eventually found herself in front of a small warehouse -- one she'd never interacted with; there'd been no need to look into it before. It was in a bland stretch of territory that generally belonged to honest traders of the sort she generally didn't pursue in business. Perhaps things were changing. She'd have to start investigating.
She banged on the door when she found it locked, and waited with one hand resting on her hip, looking up and down the street.
There'd been other jobs to see to after the strange meeting the prior night. Things to deliver. Messages to give. People to spy on. The last had been the cause of her small amount of sleep, but she'd gotten a good tidbit out of it. She knew she should sleep more, just the same way she knew she should smoke less.
About that. . .
She inhaled for a long time, savoring the sophorific effect of the smoke held between her fingers. She was still dressed in the clothing from the day before -- not the stuff she'd met the two in, but her climbing gear.
Zhi made decent enough money as a runner, but over half wound up getting spent as payments, for disguises, clothing for jobs, tools -- it wasn't a cheap occupation, not if you meant to be any good at it. A good portion of the rest was spent on alcohol, smokes, and. . .other habits. All in the name of collecting information, of course. She wasn't irresponsible in the least.
The stub almost burned her fingers. She would've used her pipe, but it was at the boarding house. She grimaced and put it out. The ash was left where it had spilled on the ground, and she dressed for the day in sturdy, practical clothes tight enough to her body that she could climb in a pinch, while thick enough that it left her shape on the feminine side of androgynous. Then she left.
She made her morning rounds, deciding on the spot where she was going. It was true that she couldn't fight for shit, but when it came to following people and keeping them off her own tail she was good. Really damn good. She was watching as she circled a couple places she'd skipped the day before, and a couple more that she had.
In between her more normal work, she carefully spread rumors about Unrelenting, with the slightest implications that he should be taken care of by those with the chops to do so. Bad for business, was her suggestion. Good for reputation should someone put an end to him. Oh, aye, she'd brought on Inessa to take care of the problem, but it was always prudent to have backups. How well would he fare, she wondered -- how dangerous was he? That she didn't know was a big problem. That she'd been sloppy enough for him to figure her out was the bigger problem.
Once she'd finished her rounds, she made her way to Fisherman's Bottom. She made a few careful inquiries into Sebastian Redgrave, and eventually found herself in front of a small warehouse -- one she'd never interacted with; there'd been no need to look into it before. It was in a bland stretch of territory that generally belonged to honest traders of the sort she generally didn't pursue in business. Perhaps things were changing. She'd have to start investigating.
She banged on the door when she found it locked, and waited with one hand resting on her hip, looking up and down the street.
