Skit turns to face the voice. Well, about time. My clothes will stink of this city if I linger any longer.
"Ah, why hello sir! I am here on behalf of dear Raz. There have been some... complications. Curious sets of eyes, you could say. I am to accompany you away from said eyes, if it please you." He smiles. It's a well-practiced expression, charming even, intended to put people at ease. "If you would like to contact your man to accompany us, you may feel free to do so. I realize this is unorthodox, and most certainly not how I do business," he shakes his head. Really. Why am I always cleaning up after that fool?
"Shall we leave now?"
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Cenric jumps at the voice, hand shooting to the knife tucked into his belt in blind panic. The voice registers before he can draw it and he stops, a frown pulling at his features.
"Zhi?" Cenric doesn't think he's ever called her Zhi. "Wha-why-huh?" He stutters dumbly. Her statement raises several questions in his mind - such as exactly whyshe was here and, more curiously, why she was warning him about... whatever was wrong. He knew Zhavi. She wouldn't involve herself unless there was something to gain, and Abiga wasn't likely to involve Zhavi in her games. So what then?
Despite the many questions he wants to ask, the urgency in her voice stops him. "Aye, alright. Fine. Lead the way," he says. "But would ye please tell me what's happenin'? Ain't sure I like not bein' the one shufflin' the deck."
"Ah, why hello sir! I am here on behalf of dear Raz. There have been some... complications. Curious sets of eyes, you could say. I am to accompany you away from said eyes, if it please you." He smiles. It's a well-practiced expression, charming even, intended to put people at ease. "If you would like to contact your man to accompany us, you may feel free to do so. I realize this is unorthodox, and most certainly not how I do business," he shakes his head. Really. Why am I always cleaning up after that fool?
"Shall we leave now?"
---
Cenric jumps at the voice, hand shooting to the knife tucked into his belt in blind panic. The voice registers before he can draw it and he stops, a frown pulling at his features.
"Zhi?" Cenric doesn't think he's ever called her Zhi. "Wha-why-huh?" He stutters dumbly. Her statement raises several questions in his mind - such as exactly whyshe was here and, more curiously, why she was warning him about... whatever was wrong. He knew Zhavi. She wouldn't involve herself unless there was something to gain, and Abiga wasn't likely to involve Zhavi in her games. So what then?
Despite the many questions he wants to ask, the urgency in her voice stops him. "Aye, alright. Fine. Lead the way," he says. "But would ye please tell me what's happenin'? Ain't sure I like not bein' the one shufflin' the deck."
