"Got a moment?"Â
Ki Grimsong paused to suck in deeply on the cancer stick that was smoldering fiercely from his lips. Like a pensive dragon of the north, the miqo'te tensed as he slowly turned his head and shot jets of smoke from his nostrils. He peered out from behind his round, shaded glasses at the face of the person that had been naive enough to waist his time. Ki pulled his hands from his red jacket's pockets and rolled his fingers. He sniffed and flicked his ears, the bomb earring he wore from his left ear shaking as he did so.
"Got coin?" Ki replied in a gravely pitch, his tail twitching. He was already late and this man was just increasing his tardiness. Out here, in the Golden Bazaar, all there was to do was drink and make things. And he was on his way to do the first.
"I have an offer for you to make some." replied the figure. The person, whom Ki was tempted to call male but couldn't be sure since they wore flowing robes and had their face wrapped up in a shoal, was annoying him.Â
"Listen, pal, ain't really interested."Â Ki spun and began his march toward the bar and blissful inebriation.Â
"Is that a fact 'architectus veteranus'?"
Ki immediately went for the pistol at his side as he heard the rank,throwing his coat open as he spun. The figure was already aiming a magitek pistol at him and Ki went deathly still as he looked from the weapon to the masked face.
"Who are you?"Â Ki snarled, pointed fangs flashing as his lip curled.
"Mercenaries like you kill for coin, yes? I want to offer you lots of coin to build us things to kill lots of people." The figure drew back the hammer of his firearm. "And, I don't think you are foolish enough to say no."
"You clearly don't know me." Ki replied.
Ki Grimsong paused to suck in deeply on the cancer stick that was smoldering fiercely from his lips. Like a pensive dragon of the north, the miqo'te tensed as he slowly turned his head and shot jets of smoke from his nostrils. He peered out from behind his round, shaded glasses at the face of the person that had been naive enough to waist his time. Ki pulled his hands from his red jacket's pockets and rolled his fingers. He sniffed and flicked his ears, the bomb earring he wore from his left ear shaking as he did so.
"Got coin?" Ki replied in a gravely pitch, his tail twitching. He was already late and this man was just increasing his tardiness. Out here, in the Golden Bazaar, all there was to do was drink and make things. And he was on his way to do the first.
"I have an offer for you to make some." replied the figure. The person, whom Ki was tempted to call male but couldn't be sure since they wore flowing robes and had their face wrapped up in a shoal, was annoying him.Â
"Listen, pal, ain't really interested."Â Ki spun and began his march toward the bar and blissful inebriation.Â
"Is that a fact 'architectus veteranus'?"
Ki immediately went for the pistol at his side as he heard the rank,throwing his coat open as he spun. The figure was already aiming a magitek pistol at him and Ki went deathly still as he looked from the weapon to the masked face.
"Who are you?"Â Ki snarled, pointed fangs flashing as his lip curled.
"Mercenaries like you kill for coin, yes? I want to offer you lots of coin to build us things to kill lots of people." The figure drew back the hammer of his firearm. "And, I don't think you are foolish enough to say no."
"You clearly don't know me." Ki replied.
