Ki was smoking as he read the paper. A tied up prisoner wiggled against his binds to no avail. Ki knew knots and he had been paid to much to bring the outlaw in alive.
Ki's eyes saw the name of Khit's group. Quickly he flipped over to the page, eager to hear about his friend's clan.
The article started off positive enough but, by the end, Ki was chewing through his cigarette.
The burning end fell of as the male bit down and he exhale smoke from his nose as he chuckled and shook his head.
"They're Keepers. They get feral. Welcome to being a miqo'te. Guess some people don't have what it takes to be a huntress."
Ki turned the page and began reading an ad about Bronco Grease.
"Probably should check in with her though."
Ki's eyes saw the name of Khit's group. Quickly he flipped over to the page, eager to hear about his friend's clan.
The article started off positive enough but, by the end, Ki was chewing through his cigarette.
The burning end fell of as the male bit down and he exhale smoke from his nose as he chuckled and shook his head.
"They're Keepers. They get feral. Welcome to being a miqo'te. Guess some people don't have what it takes to be a huntress."
Ki turned the page and began reading an ad about Bronco Grease.
"Probably should check in with her though."
