Zhi was drifting. Eyes unfocused, she gradually narrowed in on Jager when he spoke to her, shifting from foot to foot as if she intended to dash off at any second. "Fire? Nah, but ye can bet there'll be spellcasters on hand." The offhanded warning from earlier had made its return: her opinion on his methods both clear and free of spite. His irritation was but a lark to her, and she took no pains to hide it.
"Ye need a perch, I'll find ye a perch." Not a yes, not a no. Zhavi Streetrunner: vague reassurances at their best.
"Ye need a perch, I'll find ye a perch." Not a yes, not a no. Zhavi Streetrunner: vague reassurances at their best.
