He sat on a chair in the middle of the room, hunched over, scraping away at a knife with his whetstone. The locks on the door... he glanced up in surprise. Only one who wouldn't give a damn 'bout keeping that sort o' racket down'd be...
It's her.
...she's early. Her Highness, she said. Not here.
The door fell open, and she strode in after it, straight-faced and... he grimaced at the smell. Stinkin' wet Miqo'te was not a pleasant smell to begin with; sea salt didn't help matters.Â
Somethin's wrong. Somethin's gone wrong.
Who did he need right now? Dirk, for certain, and...
All of them. I need all of them.
He closed his eyes, exhaled, and breathed in, and then he was there, his very presence a tangible weight on the room, on the air. So very much alive... he looked back up, stared at her through the holes in his bandana.
"Hello, Kink."
It's her.
...she's early. Her Highness, she said. Not here.
The door fell open, and she strode in after it, straight-faced and... he grimaced at the smell. Stinkin' wet Miqo'te was not a pleasant smell to begin with; sea salt didn't help matters.Â
Somethin's wrong. Somethin's gone wrong.
Who did he need right now? Dirk, for certain, and...
All of them. I need all of them.
He closed his eyes, exhaled, and breathed in, and then he was there, his very presence a tangible weight on the room, on the air. So very much alive... he looked back up, stared at her through the holes in his bandana.
"Hello, Kink."