06-01-2022, 12:16 AM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]"Y'got my word, Ardent Vale," was all the blacksmith had to say in response to the crow, nodding along to vis words. "My family's, too. We'll keep our distance." Sure, Zjarr said that now, but if a Tangler ever needed something from the Pitt, he certainly wouldn't deny a little bribe slipped to him to encourage his "accidental" wandering into the Plaza. For his own purposes, though? He had nothing intimate to do with the Pitt and wanted to keep it that way. It was all very strictly business, and keeping it as simply business was the key to an easy transaction here.
The husky's ear twitched at a Tangler's voice behind him, and he tossed his head over his shoulder to snort at Corrupttimelines, who seemed understandably confused as to what just occurred. "That? Oh, I was jus' serenadin' the Ardent a lil'. Workin' my classic charm," he mused to the other, a rumbling chuckle erupting from him. "No. That, my friend, was jus'...business." Did he care to go into detail about it now? No, not really. Should'a come sooner!
The husky's ear twitched at a Tangler's voice behind him, and he tossed his head over his shoulder to snort at Corrupttimelines, who seemed understandably confused as to what just occurred. "That? Oh, I was jus' serenadin' the Ardent a lil'. Workin' my classic charm," he mused to the other, a rumbling chuckle erupting from him. "No. That, my friend, was jus'...business." Did he care to go into detail about it now? No, not really. Should'a come sooner!
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot