She leans out over her knees, a precarious balance. Doesn't hide her scrutiny. By daylight she might mark missing threads, or a new purple stain; by night, even an elf only spies so much. So: A little shabby. A little harried. Most look that way out of armor. Without something to hold yourself upright, the years slump onto themselves.
She doesn't look so clever herself, far from the north in chattering teeth. Tense exchanges of coin and crate are behind them.
(She'd needed eyes off their contents. He'd needed a heavier purse. And the men in the middle, desperate enough to work with them both,
Dead now. That happens to the desperate.)
"They catch you?" The Imperium is built on bribes, but there are things the Venatori don't forgive. It wasn't only men in those boxes. "Your consciences?"
carte blanche to change whatever etc
She leans out over her knees, a precarious balance. Doesn't hide her scrutiny. By daylight she might mark missing threads, or a new purple stain; by night, even an elf only spies so much. So: A little shabby. A little harried. Most look that way out of armor. Without something to hold yourself upright, the years slump onto themselves.
She doesn't look so clever herself, far from the north in chattering teeth. Tense exchanges of coin and crate are behind them.
(She'd needed eyes off their contents. He'd needed a heavier purse. And the men in the middle, desperate enough to work with them both,
Dead now. That happens to the desperate.)
"They catch you?" The Imperium is built on bribes, but there are things the Venatori don't forgive. It wasn't only men in those boxes. "Your consciences?"
And their swollen rank of staves.