At the Black Cat...
May 19, 2014 6:04:36 GMT
Post by Sean on May 19, 2014 6:04:36 GMT
Two girls working at the Black Cat were talking to each other early in the morning after the Fey and his brother returned to the brothel; Margo – a fiery haired, quick-witted woman – and Miriya, a half-elven woman of Dolgan decent with a raven mane.
“Oi! The Fey and his brother came back. Didja hear?” She stood, hands on her hips.
“The black haired woman ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah, Mal's bragging how the Fey, him, and some others chased away away a demon.”
“Bollocks if ya ask me. Didja see how the Fey didna have a wound on 'im? Don't know much 'bout demons and the Conjure guy...” The redhead made a ward against the evil eye. "But ya danna not get hurt fightin' them."
“But the Fey”, Miriya sighed. “He normally calls Mal out on his shite. So it -”
Margo shook her head and interpreted. “Bollocks. But he's tryin' ta stay brave for us all, aye?” A weak smile played across her face.
“Oi! The Fey and his brother came back. Didja hear?” She stood, hands on her hips.
“The black haired woman ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah, Mal's bragging how the Fey, him, and some others chased away away a demon.”
“Bollocks if ya ask me. Didja see how the Fey didna have a wound on 'im? Don't know much 'bout demons and the Conjure guy...” The redhead made a ward against the evil eye. "But ya danna not get hurt fightin' them."
“But the Fey”, Miriya sighed. “He normally calls Mal out on his shite. So it -”
Margo shook her head and interpreted. “Bollocks. But he's tryin' ta stay brave for us all, aye?” A weak smile played across her face.
