M'subi didn't need to be told twice. She dusted off her hands and knees to make sure nothing from the floor still stuck to anything before sauntering out of the Wench towards the Culinarian Guild with a bounce to her hips and step. As they moved over the bridge, she turned to look at the man curiously. "Do you like cookies, mister?"
It should have been obvious if he decided to help her, but sometimes Subi wasn't the brightest cookie in the box.
It should have been obvious if he decided to help her, but sometimes Subi wasn't the brightest cookie in the box.
