
Black Brush. It's a nice enough place, really. Close to Ul'dah, nice cheap restaurant nearby, and it's interesting to see the others go on their business. She stares at the camp for a while, listening to Chachanji...he's really nice. Overly nice. Almost sugary puking nice. And friends...she wouldn't object that, albeit she always found the idea of replacing friends with family preposterous. You can replace mentally, but family will always be family, no matter how much you try, but still...
Is Chachanji a friend? One would suppose so. She took his hand, quiet. She really had nothing to say about that.
Is Chachanji a friend? One would suppose so. She took his hand, quiet. She really had nothing to say about that.