"Oh thank the gods," Styrm muttered. Here was another man without the patience for all the slinking and the bullshit that one waded through in lowtown. He'd have to come back another night to get properly drunk with the old codger, but tonight wasn't the night. "Lookin' fer the girl, heard tell she's not unknown t'this lot. Trouble loves her, he does, an' it's better I'm the one what finds 'er first."
He nodded at the space before him at that. The man looked like to talk, so he'd have that drink. Deal's a deal an' drink's a drink.
He nodded at the space before him at that. The man looked like to talk, so he'd have that drink. Deal's a deal an' drink's a drink.
