Rey blinked in surprise as Wally spoke of the skull. So there had been rumors about it? Rey hadn't heard anything about that, but all of his contacts kept to the surface, so far as he was aware. Something to keep in mind, Rey supposed. Although Wally seemed to be pretty solidly entrenched in underground society... well, Rey could deal with that later.
So, what did Rey know? Hargris may or may not have really been a zith, which wasn't very helpful. The woman must have spent some time in the underground if Wally recognised her, and she was a "buyer". What exactly that meant, Rey was not certain, but he kept it in mind. Anything he could use to track them down, to help identify these petching vagiks who had-
Cool yourself, Reysin. He gritted his teeth. He was not some newborn hatchling, all emotion and no thought. He would approach this carefully and cautiously, and he would get them back.
But not today. As much as he hated it, he was in no shape to fight them again, even if he didn't touch the petching orb again. And rushing into a fight had just gotten him beaten and bound. And before that, in the Alche-
No. He wasn't going to think about that right now. Viciously ignoring how his scar itched, he turned to Wally. "Fine." He grimaced. "We go Back Up." Whether Wally led the way or he did, Rey didn't care. He was tired, and his head hurt, and his pride had been beaten, bundled up in a sack, and thrown off a cliff.
So, what did Rey know? Hargris may or may not have really been a zith, which wasn't very helpful. The woman must have spent some time in the underground if Wally recognised her, and she was a "buyer". What exactly that meant, Rey was not certain, but he kept it in mind. Anything he could use to track them down, to help identify these petching vagiks who had-
Cool yourself, Reysin. He gritted his teeth. He was not some newborn hatchling, all emotion and no thought. He would approach this carefully and cautiously, and he would get them back.
But not today. As much as he hated it, he was in no shape to fight them again, even if he didn't touch the petching orb again. And rushing into a fight had just gotten him beaten and bound. And before that, in the Alche-
No. He wasn't going to think about that right now. Viciously ignoring how his scar itched, he turned to Wally. "Fine." He grimaced. "We go Back Up." Whether Wally led the way or he did, Rey didn't care. He was tired, and his head hurt, and his pride had been beaten, bundled up in a sack, and thrown off a cliff.
Snake Tongue | Common | Arumenic