"I am," Clove said. His tone, and his bearing were guarded. He leaned in over the table, keeping his voice below the general din.
Clove wasn't a big man. He stood at five fulms and nine ilms, and slender. It was his aesthetic appeal that allowed him survival, not bulk or strength or any particular strategic bent. His hair was combed but tousled, his clothing neat but made of sturdy fabric. His bearing and looks left little doubt as to his occupation, but should it be in question one but had to look at the piercing in his left ear: it bore the mark of one of the whorehouses that operated in the lower decks, and was his passtoken through the (reasonably) rough parts of town. Scum messed with marked whores at their own risk.
Still, even one such as Clove had agency of his own, and when it came to matters outside the trade he plied, he was left to his own devices. While it was true that the marked didn't typically interfere in matters outside their houses and the districts that housed them, it also wasn't wholly unheard of. What would be of note, should Mujuuk recognize Clove or his mark, was that this was the first time Clove had ever stepped outside of those boundaries to respond to such a strange summons, especially by one orchestrated by such as Yayabuko.
"What would you have of me?"
Clove wasn't a big man. He stood at five fulms and nine ilms, and slender. It was his aesthetic appeal that allowed him survival, not bulk or strength or any particular strategic bent. His hair was combed but tousled, his clothing neat but made of sturdy fabric. His bearing and looks left little doubt as to his occupation, but should it be in question one but had to look at the piercing in his left ear: it bore the mark of one of the whorehouses that operated in the lower decks, and was his passtoken through the (reasonably) rough parts of town. Scum messed with marked whores at their own risk.
Still, even one such as Clove had agency of his own, and when it came to matters outside the trade he plied, he was left to his own devices. While it was true that the marked didn't typically interfere in matters outside their houses and the districts that housed them, it also wasn't wholly unheard of. What would be of note, should Mujuuk recognize Clove or his mark, was that this was the first time Clove had ever stepped outside of those boundaries to respond to such a strange summons, especially by one orchestrated by such as Yayabuko.
"What would you have of me?"
