"I'd take coin t'upend ye arse over skull," Zhi muttered. It was useless. Working with this man was a gamble. That was all there was to it. Sometimes you won big, but more often than not you were cleaned out and left naked under the sun wondering who took your delicates. Yet, despite that, Zhi always felt compelled to roll the dice. Why? Nald'thal, she decided, had a love of upending the rutting scales when it came to Bellveil.
"Tell ye what. Let's jes say a rival crew came an' started th'whole mess, an' neither yerself or me own self was gonna risk gettin' stomped and tossed off th'decks on a deal gone sour. Ye owe me a drink fer this, Bellveil. Ain't seen a run go this blimmin' crooked in years."
She spat to the side, and wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. Then she was back to glaring at him.
"Tell ye what. Let's jes say a rival crew came an' started th'whole mess, an' neither yerself or me own self was gonna risk gettin' stomped and tossed off th'decks on a deal gone sour. Ye owe me a drink fer this, Bellveil. Ain't seen a run go this blimmin' crooked in years."
She spat to the side, and wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. Then she was back to glaring at him.
