Arris Windrun
Gutter Goddess
His words interrupted hers as she was about to continue. She stopped, her gaze fixed on his. If only Arris could sense deeper than what he showed, then she might've known he had a shovel in his hands and a hole dug up to his neck. But no, he was too good at hiding how he felt to show that kind of turmoil.
The woman scoffed. "Yeah."
He had a few more words to give, it seemed, and she listened as he walked away.
"Good - because I'll have another job for you soon. Lots to do before the Showdown... roster changes and all that."
Arris dismissed him with her hand, but before he could leave the room, she had one more thing to say.
"You can come and go from Desevro as you please. I'm sure you're resourceful enough to hitch a ride back."
That was to say she wasn't his ride off the Smuggler's Moon, or a ride back whenever the time came to continue the work she had in store for him. When he left the room, Arris lit another cigarette and smoked her night away. Oh, this was only the beginning. She meant for his hands to be stained red by the end.