
"Talk o'doxies got ye ready t'go, eh?" Zhi snorted, and spoke into the pearl. "I've one o' yer ol' . . .clients. Bard. Hyur. He's willin' t' get friendly wi' one o' Jaded's clerks. Ye got time t'meet wi' him, take his measure?"
Voice amused, she spoke next to Targaryen. She was staring at him, a shadow of the prior anger visible in the tightness of her lips. "I ain't one o' Thatcher's doxies, if yer needin' rememberin'."
Voice amused, she spoke next to Targaryen. She was staring at him, a shadow of the prior anger visible in the tightness of her lips. "I ain't one o' Thatcher's doxies, if yer needin' rememberin'."