Qhora stepped forward from the shadows, placing a packet of papers on the table among the cards and coins.
"Thal's balls, woman! How long have you been there?" The wild-haired Lalafell player shrieked, grasping at his chest with one fist. "You could kill a man sneaking up on him like that!"
Qhora grinned, wide and unpleasant. "Yes sir."
"Good work, girl," the red-skinned Roegadyn man across the table said, reaching for the package then flipping through the pages. "Is she always this reliable, Giyu?"
The woman who had met Qhora in the alley several weeks ago nodded without looking up from her cards. "Mmhm."
"So what do we call you, shadow?" the Roegadyn asked.
"Q is fine," answered Qhora.
"Q? That's a little odd. Is it a Miqo'te thing? Some sort of tribe?" he continued, waving a hand.
"No, sir. I don't have a tribe. It's just a name."
"Just a name?" He put his cards down on the table. "All right, Q. We've seen you can get your hands on things you shouldn't be able to. Can you tell us, are you willing to get those same hands dirty?"
"Yes, sir."
"Just how far are you willing to go?"
"You want me to travel, sir?"
The Roegadyn laughed heartily. "No, girl. Are you willing to hurt people?"
"Oh. Yes, sir."
"Are you willing to, say, hurt innocent people? Say teach someone a lesson by hurting his family?"
"Yes, sir."
"What aren't you willing to do?"
"I don't work with others. I don't play nice. I don't dress up. I don't drink tea. I--"
"Right, girl. Stick to the solo ventures. Why haven't you used her for muscle yet, Giyu?"
"Look at her," the Lalafell woman waved a hand at Qhora. "Aside from the eye paint, she's not exactly intimidating."
"I don't take credit," Qhora added.
"Better stick to disappearings with her," Giyu explained, frowning at her cards a while, then throwing one down. "Maybe some fixing. But she simply won't do for the traditional stuff. She can't do your job, Falcon. You're safe there."
The Roegadyn laughed again. "The delicate jobs, huh? I think we have more work for you, Q."
The wild-haired little man squeaked, "This is all well and good for you folks, but can we please get back to the game?"
Falcon chuckled. "Why? You're losing."
"Don't remind me," wild-hair wailed.
The Hyur in the seat closest to the door never said a word, but pulled his hat down closer over his eyes as Qhora stepped back into the shadows.
"Thal's balls, woman! How long have you been there?" The wild-haired Lalafell player shrieked, grasping at his chest with one fist. "You could kill a man sneaking up on him like that!"
Qhora grinned, wide and unpleasant. "Yes sir."
"Good work, girl," the red-skinned Roegadyn man across the table said, reaching for the package then flipping through the pages. "Is she always this reliable, Giyu?"
The woman who had met Qhora in the alley several weeks ago nodded without looking up from her cards. "Mmhm."
"So what do we call you, shadow?" the Roegadyn asked.
"Q is fine," answered Qhora.
"Q? That's a little odd. Is it a Miqo'te thing? Some sort of tribe?" he continued, waving a hand.
"No, sir. I don't have a tribe. It's just a name."
"Just a name?" He put his cards down on the table. "All right, Q. We've seen you can get your hands on things you shouldn't be able to. Can you tell us, are you willing to get those same hands dirty?"
"Yes, sir."
"Just how far are you willing to go?"
"You want me to travel, sir?"
The Roegadyn laughed heartily. "No, girl. Are you willing to hurt people?"
"Oh. Yes, sir."
"Are you willing to, say, hurt innocent people? Say teach someone a lesson by hurting his family?"
"Yes, sir."
"What aren't you willing to do?"
"I don't work with others. I don't play nice. I don't dress up. I don't drink tea. I--"
"Right, girl. Stick to the solo ventures. Why haven't you used her for muscle yet, Giyu?"
"Look at her," the Lalafell woman waved a hand at Qhora. "Aside from the eye paint, she's not exactly intimidating."
"I don't take credit," Qhora added.
"Better stick to disappearings with her," Giyu explained, frowning at her cards a while, then throwing one down. "Maybe some fixing. But she simply won't do for the traditional stuff. She can't do your job, Falcon. You're safe there."
The Roegadyn laughed again. "The delicate jobs, huh? I think we have more work for you, Q."
The wild-haired little man squeaked, "This is all well and good for you folks, but can we please get back to the game?"
Falcon chuckled. "Why? You're losing."
"Don't remind me," wild-hair wailed.
The Hyur in the seat closest to the door never said a word, but pulled his hat down closer over his eyes as Qhora stepped back into the shadows.
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