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Vijako had twisted at Fejar's words, without answering, to push into the tavern and see for herself, but her ears went flat as she heard a particularly interesting word. Fikker. She looked back at Fejar as if to mark him with her eyes, and then she penetrated deeper into the building, skirting around the edges of the crowd to get a better look at the man who might as well have been soapboxing.
The offer interested her, even if she was already spoken for in raw, cold gil. She turned back to Fejar and motioned for him to come closer to her. It paid to know the currents that flowed through the city, and something as public as this would have quite the effect come sundown. She'd mutter to him, if he came near: "If gil's the heart o' this city, this here's the bones. Look well. Listen good."
Several men and women called out gruff and shrill alike their qualifications, not without their own seedy suggestions and catcalls. It was chaotic, but not loud. Vijako waited to see how the man would treat these street scum, what he would say to them next.
The offer interested her, even if she was already spoken for in raw, cold gil. She turned back to Fejar and motioned for him to come closer to her. It paid to know the currents that flowed through the city, and something as public as this would have quite the effect come sundown. She'd mutter to him, if he came near: "If gil's the heart o' this city, this here's the bones. Look well. Listen good."
Several men and women called out gruff and shrill alike their qualifications, not without their own seedy suggestions and catcalls. It was chaotic, but not loud. Vijako waited to see how the man would treat these street scum, what he would say to them next.