– Insulting? And I thought we were on the fast track to be best friend. You hurt my feelings.
She then definitely let go of this bickering. While it was fun while it lasted, they did have some work to do, and failing to do so in a timely manner because they were infighting would be the fastest way to have their bodies and heads buried in two distinct places.
She left her lair with both gollies, still considering something though.
As far as Niccolette was concerned, she was pretty sure of what she thought and what to await from her. The girl was a hot pepper, with a high sense of self pride, and, despise that, a face thicker than a city wall. She also seemed to genuinely care for her husband, which overall dressed the portrait of someone pretty straightforward and simple, while also likely not at all a good person if provoked.
But despite that, it was Uzoki that let Kirrah pondering. Despite all their nonsense sooner, the man kept a perfect mastery over his emotions, and communication, not letting anything see through his mask of perfect nice guy. As someone with a doctorate degree in paranoia, Kirrah couldn’t help but wonder what the man really thought.
She chose to relegate these notions for further consideration later but kept in mind to keep her guard up against the Galdor, he “might” just be this straightforward good guy, or he might be the schemer type as far as Kirrah was concerned.
While this whole train of thought was exhausting, one of the reason Kirrah kept her social interaction to a minimum, this solid amount of carefulness was one of the reason she managed to survive to this day, and she definitely intended to continue on breathing for the longest time.
When they reached the street, the atmosphere was boiling.
Kirrah caught some non-descript beggar to ask him about the reason for all of this action, and the guy just answered with a deep mariner’s accent:
- Silas sen’ the wor’ that he’ll be cleanin’ house, and tha’ some poor lads are getting a public execution as dawn, but didn’ tell where to avoid the gollies sho’ing up. Somethin’ to do with spies.
Kirrah suddenly had a strike of understanding, and muttered to herself, though accidentally loud enough for Nicco and Uzoki to hear:
– That’s what he had in mind for him … I wonder who are the others …
She turned to the gollies :
- We’ll be missing the spectacle though, but it’ll do as good a distraction as any. Any agent of the Drain and the such must be scouring the city as of now. We might want to hurry though as thing might blow up a notch or two depending on what Silas have in mind. I still prefer that to the option of leaving my lair through the sewer by riding a corpse as a canoe.
This sense of flair was along the character of Silas but making it big meant the drug deal they were checking might be a tad bigger that what she had in mind. Which raised the question: Why did Silas choose two newbies to go with her? Or did he have some way to make sure they played ball?
Kirrah shrugged: It wasn’t her problem in the end, as long as the airship manage to land with her inside, she would be good with it.