Zhi wasn't about to waste her breath in an attempt to protect her (admittedly niche) reputation, so she let Thatcher's comments pass. Either the woman would value what she had to offer, or she wouldn't. Nothing Zhi could do about it but do her job; that was the line of work she was in. The only time it mattered was when it came time for payments to be handed out -- Zhi did not let herself get gipped. Unless weapons were involved. Weapons pointed at her, that is, be they blades, fists, or books. Arcanists. She withheld a shudder. The bane of her existence, in more ways than one.
"Clove'd be fine. Always is," was what she did wind up saying, all unconcerned. She and Clove had no love lost for each other; it was something like mutual respect, but neither would be too put out if the other bit it tomorrow. "That's what I got. I'll be in touch more frequently. Me main concern is Jaded -- I'll let ye handle Coral's Parlor. Ahh," and here she smirked. Likely she was playing for drama with this last tidbit. Or not.
"They're based in Gridania. Likely if ye hit 'em there, hit 'em hard, they won't be so eager t'mess wi' ye here. They've a solid reputation there. Their owner, Madame Coral, well, ye might find that it weren't always th'case. Connect Jaquelle Voiriere t' Coral, and could be they won't have th'werewithal t'mess wi'ye in Limsa. Jes don't let her know 'twas yerself what spilled th'beans. Mebbe let it track back t'one of her Gridanian enemies. Me own two cents.
"If ye want me t'handle that, it'll cost ye extra. Otherwise, jes use yer own people t'spread some rumors of yer own. There's some in yer ranks what could be good wi'that."
Zhi touched her forefinger to an imaginary hat. "If that's all, fair winds t'ye, boss."
Okay, she was being deliberate. Definitely deliberate.
"Clove'd be fine. Always is," was what she did wind up saying, all unconcerned. She and Clove had no love lost for each other; it was something like mutual respect, but neither would be too put out if the other bit it tomorrow. "That's what I got. I'll be in touch more frequently. Me main concern is Jaded -- I'll let ye handle Coral's Parlor. Ahh," and here she smirked. Likely she was playing for drama with this last tidbit. Or not.
"They're based in Gridania. Likely if ye hit 'em there, hit 'em hard, they won't be so eager t'mess wi' ye here. They've a solid reputation there. Their owner, Madame Coral, well, ye might find that it weren't always th'case. Connect Jaquelle Voiriere t' Coral, and could be they won't have th'werewithal t'mess wi'ye in Limsa. Jes don't let her know 'twas yerself what spilled th'beans. Mebbe let it track back t'one of her Gridanian enemies. Me own two cents.
"If ye want me t'handle that, it'll cost ye extra. Otherwise, jes use yer own people t'spread some rumors of yer own. There's some in yer ranks what could be good wi'that."
Zhi touched her forefinger to an imaginary hat. "If that's all, fair winds t'ye, boss."
Okay, she was being deliberate. Definitely deliberate.
