Zhi knew he'd been to Limsa before. He had to in order to be threatened -- but there were certain things she wanted to know. She wasn't scrutinizing his face, but his body-language, and the minute sounds in his voice. Miqo'te ears were good for that.
"Mm, then ye stayed in th'nice parts o'town?"
She directed them as they walked, cutting away from the plaza and the upper decks both. She chose instead a rarely-used set of old, worn stone stairs. Their voices echoed as they descended.
"Mm, then ye stayed in th'nice parts o'town?"
She directed them as they walked, cutting away from the plaza and the upper decks both. She chose instead a rarely-used set of old, worn stone stairs. Their voices echoed as they descended.
