Zozo smiled and started to approach Zhavi, as she walked down the dock toward them. Caer just sat there, watching her as she approached. He had hopped off the dock and onto a mooring post, where he now sat.
Zozo spoke as she got close. "Well, this must be the captains new contact. I'm Zozo, ships...second..." He stopped as she walked right past without stopping. He held his arms out at his sides ands shrugged as if to say "what the fuck?" But he only shook his head and sighed as he walked to the edge of the dock, and took his frustration out on some seagulls that were pecking at something nasty. They quad of birds awked and beat their wings, fluttering around him menacingly, prompting him to cover his head with one hand as best he could, and swat wildly with the other.
"Aaaack! Get offa me, you filthy pests! Shoo! Be damned..." Zozo said.
Caer chuckled at that, then turned back toZhavi as she reached the end of the dock. He stood up,a ndhopped fromthe mooring post back onto the dock, and walked straight across, to the edge, staring across the bay at nothing in particular. He crossed his arms, and spoke, right to the point.
"The name of the person Maioh is selling Thatchers secrets to is Tabart, of Jaded. The information being sold consists of client lists, whores names, their preferences and likes, and what is sold and when." Caer said.
Zozo spoke as she got close. "Well, this must be the captains new contact. I'm Zozo, ships...second..." He stopped as she walked right past without stopping. He held his arms out at his sides ands shrugged as if to say "what the fuck?" But he only shook his head and sighed as he walked to the edge of the dock, and took his frustration out on some seagulls that were pecking at something nasty. They quad of birds awked and beat their wings, fluttering around him menacingly, prompting him to cover his head with one hand as best he could, and swat wildly with the other.
"Aaaack! Get offa me, you filthy pests! Shoo! Be damned..." Zozo said.
Caer chuckled at that, then turned back toZhavi as she reached the end of the dock. He stood up,a ndhopped fromthe mooring post back onto the dock, and walked straight across, to the edge, staring across the bay at nothing in particular. He crossed his arms, and spoke, right to the point.
"The name of the person Maioh is selling Thatchers secrets to is Tabart, of Jaded. The information being sold consists of client lists, whores names, their preferences and likes, and what is sold and when." Caer said.
Theodric Gray
