Styrm knit his brow, exerting himself to commit each location to memory. When the man put his hand out, he stared at it in confusion. He pushed the bag on the table forward and rose to leave. "Ye best 'ope I find 'er, man. Like it or not, an' I certainly don't, yer the best lead I've got, ye are." He patted the man on the shoulder none too gently and moved to take his leave.Â
He wondered, out and about or tucked in somewhere? It was late, but this Kink didn't sound the sort to avoid the late hours. The Highness, the man had said. He'd start there.
He wondered, out and about or tucked in somewhere? It was late, but this Kink didn't sound the sort to avoid the late hours. The Highness, the man had said. He'd start there.
