Clove took in Mujuuk's words, and some of his guardedness bled out of him. His shoulders relaxed, as did his hands on the table. It did not all leave him -- few were those who entered Her Highness who weren't tense in some manner throughout their visit -- but enough did. Perhaps Mujuuk had said something he'd hoped to hear.
At the other's question, his hands tightened their grip upon each other. "He's rough, in more ways than one. Powerful. Connected. Wealthy. A force enough, in Limsa Lominsa, and one none likes giving service to. He controls the lovers, and he's made sure everyone knows it."
'The lovers' was a street euphemism for Lover's Embrace.
At the other's question, his hands tightened their grip upon each other. "He's rough, in more ways than one. Powerful. Connected. Wealthy. A force enough, in Limsa Lominsa, and one none likes giving service to. He controls the lovers, and he's made sure everyone knows it."
'The lovers' was a street euphemism for Lover's Embrace.
