"Jus' shy of, feels like," Styrm said as he slumped back into the chair across the table and laid a bag on it, kicking up dust already settled in his absence. "Now, let's go meet Jo--" He ran his hands across his face then stared at the hyur. "Kink. We're off t'meet Kink. An' if we don't turn 'er up, we'll visit this Yaya-whosit character."
He caught a glimpse through tired eyes of the man's fraying patience.
"'Ey, chin up, man." He tapped the table. "Gil's tradin' hands an' t'night looks to be excitin'."
He caught a glimpse through tired eyes of the man's fraying patience.
"'Ey, chin up, man." He tapped the table. "Gil's tradin' hands an' t'night looks to be excitin'."
