A another smelly hole. She should have known. She shouldn't have even bothered asking. Andralyn grumbled as she moved through the streets, her hair tucked back under a rather bland hooded tunic. Just another street urchin, ragged and poor.
She hated this part of the city. She'd done her time, put in her dues she was above the dank odor of these salty, fishy walls and ---
She ducked into the room, eyeing her appointment, her hands tucked into the pockets of her tunic, a look of boredom on her face.
"What's the news, Zhavi?"
She hated this part of the city. She'd done her time, put in her dues she was above the dank odor of these salty, fishy walls and ---
She ducked into the room, eyeing her appointment, her hands tucked into the pockets of her tunic, a look of boredom on her face.
"What's the news, Zhavi?"
