Awkward questions
[ after this ]
Fiona comes back down to the bar, her hair pulled back in a tight knot which matches her entire demeanour. Her shoulders are tense, and the lines around her mouth are deep. She slips into a bar stool and for once, doesn't ask for something to drink.
"Bar, I need to know if there's someone here who can help. Magical healing. Someone Ramon hasn't pissed off, preferably."
Yeah, this could be a very short list.
A napkin appears on the bar with a name she doesn't recognise.
"Atton Rand?"
[ plotlocked please ]
Fiona comes back down to the bar, her hair pulled back in a tight knot which matches her entire demeanour. Her shoulders are tense, and the lines around her mouth are deep. She slips into a bar stool and for once, doesn't ask for something to drink.
"Bar, I need to know if there's someone here who can help. Magical healing. Someone Ramon hasn't pissed off, preferably."
Yeah, this could be a very short list.
A napkin appears on the bar with a name she doesn't recognise.
"Atton Rand?"
[ plotlocked please ]