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[indent][indent]Migi wouldn’t forget how Lorcan was so quick to throw her to the metaphorical wolves. She’d barely held in an eye roll as the giant man flailed around like a child and pouted out [i]”but, mommy, they are bad people too.”[/i] She sidled close to Falfer as he spoke to her, shrugging at his words.  “Maybe they’re paying a toll for the air they’re taking up there.”

Yet, that guard seemed smitten, as everyone was with the gorgeous trickster, and was fine to let them pass. Migi wondered if anyone else had figured it out yet. “Let’s not forget what the tall-folk do for a perky set of chest mounds.” Migi partially wished that she had slid some coin in on that bet. She’d make a killing from the other burrahob’s lack of knowledge about the prisoners. The most useful ones didn’t have any knives up their sleeves. Those that looked like the weak link held the power. Well, except for the rich boy. He was just there to make them all look good. She smirked and moved on with the others as they passed through the threshold and into the city.

Varone elicited a whistle from Migi’s lips as they walked through it. It wasn’t as fancy as some of the cities she had visited, but it was nicer than she thought this horrible area was capable of. Usually, cities set upon by dangers both external and internal were buildings piled on top of buildings until it was an uncomfortable tortoiseshell of population. Here, things seemed to lay out like a nice, expensive rug.

Yet, she hadn’t been kidding when she mentioned wanting to sit and drink. Her feet felt like she’d done the [i]dark rum dance[/i] over smoldering coals. Instead, she was sober, fully clothed, and not at all being paid fancy lordlings for her shenanigans. Here, she’d pay someone to be able to participate in the slightest bit of fun.  So, she was more than pleased when they found a tavern that didn’t have a set of eyes and an expectant hand guarding the door.

Raddek excused himself to the bar as the others disseminated into the tavern, proper. She followed the eagle-eyed woman and hoisted herself up to a chair. When the girl just ordered some water, Migi gave her an eye. “Didn’t realize that fish walked on land and used swords. Water won’t sustain’ yah unless you’re breathin’ it.” She stood on her chair, catching the attention of the serving woman. “Aye, your cheapest ale that I could be drowned in and a hearty bowl of whatever soup you’re makin’. I’ll throw in extra if you scrape the bottom for all the good bits. Maybe throw in a bread heel or two if you got them laying about. Thank you!” It was probably the nicest that Migi had ever been around them, but then again, she had no reason to be mean to those that were working hard for whatever paltry sum they made. She figured that everyone in the group had been in that situation at one point in time. Why belabor the laborers? [/indent][/indent]
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[b]Perception:[/b] 1+1=2
[I]Migi's tired, ya'll[/i][/hider]