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Zhavi · **06-11-2014, 08:49 PM**

"Sure as sure, sir." Zhi smiled, and it was a bright one. She nodded to him, and left.

Goodfellow · **06-13-2014, 12:37 AM**

Lolotaru watched her go from his seat.Â He considered ordering something to eat or drink, but decided against it.Â He stood and made a move toward the Mizzenmast's concierge, halted, and exited in the direction of the Aftcastle.Â He descended to the Octant and continued down still to the docks.Â He ducked into a smallish inn and immediately saw the big man he sought.

Styrmsthal was seated precariously on a dirty old chair that looked fit to buckle at any moment.Â Animated as always, he was shaking tiny dice in his giant fist.Â His grin was colossal.Â He rolled the dice, took one look, and through his head back in laughter.Â Lolo gazed at the dice; the way the roegadyn was carrying on, you'd think he'd have won the roll.

"Hello, Styrm--" he was cut off as the chair, unsurprisingly, buckled and broke under the roegadyn's shifting, shaking weight.Â Lolotaru stepped onto his supine friend's chest and cleared his throat.Â "Hello Styrmsthal," he repeated.

"Heh, 'ey Taru!"Â He looked at the lalafell's face for another moment before continuing, "Needin' a favor, then?"

Lolo nodded and stepped off of his chest back onto the floor before extending his hand as though to help the big man up.Â Styrmsthal considered the gesture a moment before they both cracked and cackled.

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 02:05 AM**

Zhi didn't go back to the little temp-flat in the Reach. She went to one of her numerous hidey-holes instead -- after much doubling back and taking circuitous routes to ensure she wasn't being followed -- and shucked Joz's clothing in favor of tighter garments that suited climbing. Zhi was going to be doing a lot of climbing, that night.

First though, she made a stop in at the room Galleon had rented for her. Brindle wasn't in (which was good; she wasn't paying him to sit on his ass, assuming he was actually doing work), so she sat and waited for him.

She ate most of the food he'd stored in the room as the bells passed, and was playing dice when he arrived. He showed no surprise to see her sitting there, which was good.

"Ye'll need t'leave here in six -- ah, nah, four suns. Four suns from now, go t'ground."

He sat into the chair opposite her own, slinging a sack down under the table. He smelled like blood. Faint. Two days old. at least.

"Got news on Galleon," he said.

Her head came up, ears pricked forward. That was unexpected. "What, that he's plannin' on killin' me?"

Brindle was distracted away from his news. He met her eyes. "Fer true?"

"Gut feelin'."

He rolled his eyes and looked away. "I think he's got ties t'the Edge."

"How?"
"He ain't in town but someone wi' his description meets up wi' one o' th' Edge's smugglin' vessels every moon'r so, goes an' meets wi' a marked member. Y'know, actin' like a boss. Don't know if he's in it, but th'way I heard it, there's a link."

"From who?"
Brindle went quiet for a long moment. Zhi glared at him. "Skinner," he said, finally. Then, "An' ol' One-Eye."
"Shit," Zhi muttered.
"Yeah."
"Shit."

Brindle's mouth twisted. He was staring at her, anxiously awaiting the answers to the posed difficulty. That was going to hurt him later, she knew. He was going to have to learn the hard way that he'd have to start figuring out what to do on his own.

Not until after this job.

"Go t'ground in four suns. Don't try t'find me. Go dark. An' check about afore y'hit any o'yer regulars. After that ye can keep up wi' yer gig as a doxy --"

"I ain't a doxy."

She smiled, humorless. "Hit th'green hole in a fortnight. If I'm still kickin', it'll be standard. If not. . ."

He shrugged, one-shouldered and sullen.

She stood. Her dice were pocketed in a single clean motion. "If I ain't, go t'Thatcher. Do what ye can t'finish th'job. Clove'll know th'score. He'll see y'take over th'contract. Take over wi' Jager, too. He'll bitch, but he'll settle. Got anythin' else fer me?"

Brindle ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. He was staring at some spot along the bed. "Should I give it t'ye, or. . ."

She frowned, "Tell me."

He did. Once they'd talked it over, discussed what he was to do in the next four days, she moved to the door.

"Fair winds, kid," she said.

"Gods save ye," he muttered, long after she was gone.

Goodfellow · **06-13-2014, 10:50 AM**

The day was beginning to wane as Styrmsthal swung himself in through the window of Joz's room.Â It was much darker inside than out.Â "'Ey, Jozzie, ye 'ere?" he called out into the shadows as he removed the shoulder bag he was wearing and sat it on the floor.Â Inside was a thick, but straightforward, copy of Ahldklind's Old & New Tales.Â

Taru had found it at the market and told Styrm to deliver it.Â It was a child's copy the first pages of which featured beautiful and simple renditions of the Eorzean alphabet.Â He had been visibly excited when he found it and gave Styrm strict instructions to give it to the girl and see to it that she had made progress in learning her letters before he returned from Wineport.

And so he lit a greasy tallow candle and sat down on the dirty floor.Â Several minutes passed before he pulled out the book and began to flip through its crisp, wide pages with his thick fingers.Â He enjoyed the stories and waited.

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 11:58 AM**

Styrmsthal was not supposed to be visiting Joz. It was something she'd be able to use, in the days to come, but it was a dangerous game.

She was glad she'd gotten the lad to keep watch over the flat for her, gladder still he was clever enough to find her to let her know. Too bad he sucked at dice, but not everyone could be perfect. She hurried back to her flat, pacing herself so she wouldn't be out of breath.

When she came in the window, she arranged her reaction to show surprise, fear, and then recognition -- it wasn't great, but she hoped it would be passable. "Chocobo!" She blurted as she hopped through, grinning. "Didn't 'spect t'see ye! How's yer sails?"

Goodfellow · **06-13-2014, 05:43 PM**

Styrmsthal looked up from the book and raised an eyebrow, then slammed the volume shut and guffawed.

"'Chocobo?'Â C'mon, Jozzie, ye ain't so mousy as that, are ye?"

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 06:48 PM**

The opportunity to fence words openly with the big roegadyn was one Zhi dearly wanted to take. But she wouldn't be able to, and the disappointment from that knowledge was more than she would've expected.

Joz ducked her head and took a seat opposite him. "Ye always jes enter peoples' places what ain't in?"

Goodfellow · **06-13-2014, 09:23 PM**

He harrumphed loudly through his nose in response.

"Jus' me pals," he said with a wink, "an' them I got gifts fer."Â He extended the copy of Ahldklind's Tales before him.

Zhavi · **06-13-2014, 10:19 PM**

Her grin was surprised and full of delight. She accepted the book, and opened it. The letters looked. . .pretty.

She looked up at Styrm, eyebrow raised. "From Master Lolotaru, aye? Tch, this ain't yer present t'go gaffin' on about!" She lifted the book and waggled it at him.

Goodfellow · **06-13-2014, 11:14 PM**

Styrm pantomimed indignation, waving his outstretched hands in front of himself.

"'Ey!Â Said I 'ad it, not a whisper 'bout buyin' it meself," he said with a smirk.Â "Aye, 'at's all Taru, 'at is.Â Yer learnin' yer letters 'as 'im all jumpy.Â 'E's wantin' fer ye t'get started, an' quicklike, wha's more."

Zhavi · **06-24-2014, 02:25 AM**

Zhi winked at him, then looked down quick. She bit her lip. Licked her lips.

"So," she said, voice artificially bright, "How's me learnin' gonna go, then?"

She held the book as if it was some strange, foreign artifact.

Goodfellow · **06-25-2014, 11:22 PM**

His big, dumb grin became bigger and dumber and he replied, "It's a book, girlie.Â Ye open it."

Zhavi · **06-25-2014, 11:35 PM**

She rolled her eyes. "Aie, if that's all yer gonna be good fer, ye can sod off." She made a shooing motion at him, laughter in her voice.

Goodfellow · **06-26-2014, 12:29 PM**

Styrm put his hand over his heart and feigned indignation.Â "Good fer loads, I am.Â So," he continued as he reached his hand out to the book and flipped it open to the alphabet primer, "which o' these 'ave ye already got knocking around up there?"Â He indicated Joz's head as he spoke.

Zhavi · **06-26-2014, 12:37 PM**

There would be utterly no sense in faking anything. Zhi relaxed some, more at ease in her own skin then playing as someone else. She wasn't sure if she'd do it again, given a choice. She put the book down between them, opened it up, and pointed. Twenty letters. "I know some few words," she admitted, keeping her eyes pinned to the book.

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