The space was soon filled, though as the barman worked, he talked. Muttered, really, almost below the general level of noise. "Been askin' questions, scrag she is. Surprised she ain't got slit yet. Lass's dealin' somethin'. Whatever 'tis, 's hot. There's a lad ye'll be wantin' t'corner."
And there he paused. Cleared his throat. Sure, he didn't play no power games, but he did like his transactions.
And there he paused. Cleared his throat. Sure, he didn't play no power games, but he did like his transactions.