A bottle of wine would make Zhi happy. Wait. No. . . no it wouldn't make her happy, but it would ease her current and ongoing suffering. She'd wedged herself into an alcove further up the wall, once home to a lamp fixture before the building's formerly well-to-do owner had abandoned it to age and a less caring new owner. She'd had to curl awkwardly around the thing, and dig her feet into the sides to prevent herself from slipping out, but they would only be able to catch sight of her if they looked up and stared hard at the exact right spot. Say what you would about Limsa Lominsa's habit of overdone architecture, the constantly evolving styles of the tower city were incredibly useful for spying on others. However, her feet hurt, so there was that.
As the two men progressed in their discussion she leaned back, not bothering to try to watch them (leaning out would only increase her chances of getting caught or falling, neither of which would be pretty). She listened instead, pulling her tail around to deal with the itching that'd bothered her all night. Sure enough she started finding movement -- lice, again, after she'd just had a purge -- and one by one she crushed them between her fingers as she found them. Not that it would matter; they bred faster than rabbits, but it made her feel better to kill them individually.
The conversation took a turn, and her attention was caught away from the ongoing problem of lice. Ferigen was openly taunting Mujuuk now? There was an interesting bit of information. Curiosity caught, Zhi jutted her head forward a hair and opened her mouth, dragging air over the scent-organs in the roof of her mouth. Unfortunately, she was a storey over the three men, and the current of air through the alley wasn't cooperating. She got a hit of vomit and cheap vendor food, alongside fish and seawater, and closed her mouth with a snap. What a pain. Her stomach roiled, and she leaned back into the alcove with a grimace. Sighard sounded like he was all nerves, but Zhi couldn't help but wonder. Was Mujuuk considered a threat, or was Ferigen just batting at the Keeper before he planned to slap him down? Zhi didn't have enough information, and for someone playing her own part in the game that was dangerous.
The two men left, leaving Mujuuk in the alley. There was the sound of glass against stone. Zhi winced, hoping the bottle hadn't cracked; she'd rescue it from its fate given the first opportunity. In the meantime, she tallied up her own problems as she listened to Mujuuk pace around, not sure if he was doing something or just blowing off adrenaline. It would help if she could smell what was going on, rutting wind being a fickle prick as usual. She turned her thoughts back towards business, and resumed picking lice from her tail.
She could split Brindle's watch on dockside rumors while she tailed Mujuuk, but that would leave more holes in her net. She needed more informers -- and that was something she'd have to take care of after dear little Mujuuk'd had enough of his tantrum and gone to bed.
The time for her to make her move would be soon, but she would need to be prepared. If she played it right she would be able to make money off the top of the job by careful dispersal of her knowledge, but it wouldn't do to fall behind in other areas and find herself caught out.
As the two men progressed in their discussion she leaned back, not bothering to try to watch them (leaning out would only increase her chances of getting caught or falling, neither of which would be pretty). She listened instead, pulling her tail around to deal with the itching that'd bothered her all night. Sure enough she started finding movement -- lice, again, after she'd just had a purge -- and one by one she crushed them between her fingers as she found them. Not that it would matter; they bred faster than rabbits, but it made her feel better to kill them individually.
The conversation took a turn, and her attention was caught away from the ongoing problem of lice. Ferigen was openly taunting Mujuuk now? There was an interesting bit of information. Curiosity caught, Zhi jutted her head forward a hair and opened her mouth, dragging air over the scent-organs in the roof of her mouth. Unfortunately, she was a storey over the three men, and the current of air through the alley wasn't cooperating. She got a hit of vomit and cheap vendor food, alongside fish and seawater, and closed her mouth with a snap. What a pain. Her stomach roiled, and she leaned back into the alcove with a grimace. Sighard sounded like he was all nerves, but Zhi couldn't help but wonder. Was Mujuuk considered a threat, or was Ferigen just batting at the Keeper before he planned to slap him down? Zhi didn't have enough information, and for someone playing her own part in the game that was dangerous.
The two men left, leaving Mujuuk in the alley. There was the sound of glass against stone. Zhi winced, hoping the bottle hadn't cracked; she'd rescue it from its fate given the first opportunity. In the meantime, she tallied up her own problems as she listened to Mujuuk pace around, not sure if he was doing something or just blowing off adrenaline. It would help if she could smell what was going on, rutting wind being a fickle prick as usual. She turned her thoughts back towards business, and resumed picking lice from her tail.
She could split Brindle's watch on dockside rumors while she tailed Mujuuk, but that would leave more holes in her net. She needed more informers -- and that was something she'd have to take care of after dear little Mujuuk'd had enough of his tantrum and gone to bed.
The time for her to make her move would be soon, but she would need to be prepared. If she played it right she would be able to make money off the top of the job by careful dispersal of her knowledge, but it wouldn't do to fall behind in other areas and find herself caught out.
