Three days had passed in a blur. Zhi almost forgot about her meeting with Thatcher when she woke up -- when had that happened? She hadn't planned on going to sleep, she still had work to complete for Lalataru -- but as she was preparing to go leave word for the lalafell, she remembered. "Shit," she muttered to herself, tossing aside Joz's clothing as if it was infested. Well, it probably was.
Re-dressed, and ready, Zhi ducked out of the half-room that was her temporary "home" and onto the narrow streets of the Reach. She looked to see if she was being followed, and then opened up her pearl.
"Y'there, Thatcher? I've news for ye. Ye'll be glad t'hear it. Where we meetin'?"
Re-dressed, and ready, Zhi ducked out of the half-room that was her temporary "home" and onto the narrow streets of the Reach. She looked to see if she was being followed, and then opened up her pearl.
"Y'there, Thatcher? I've news for ye. Ye'll be glad t'hear it. Where we meetin'?"
