Zhi simpered at Targaryen even as she giggled at Thatcher's words. It was layered atop her anger, disguising it, but not hiding it in entirety. "Come t'me, sweetin'." What followed were simple directions. Zhi didn't know where else to take Thatcher that would be appropriate to her newfound. . .aura of command.
True, the tunnel was narrow and dark, and smelled of mildew, but the overlook was open and the only complaint that could be levied against it was that the ocean could be smelled. But that was something you couldn't escape in Limsa. "Buzz me if ye need further words, boss."
Zhi breezed past Targaryen, back to the overlook. "Come," she said, the sole word flippant.
She left the lantern at the mouth of the tunnel so that Thatcher might see its light.
True, the tunnel was narrow and dark, and smelled of mildew, but the overlook was open and the only complaint that could be levied against it was that the ocean could be smelled. But that was something you couldn't escape in Limsa. "Buzz me if ye need further words, boss."
Zhi breezed past Targaryen, back to the overlook. "Come," she said, the sole word flippant.
She left the lantern at the mouth of the tunnel so that Thatcher might see its light.
