Pihu
Pihu lowered her hand from her nose. It had settled into a deep throbbing pain. Reaching down, she ripped off another strip from her shirt; the top was already bloodstained, so she used the rags she tore from it to wipe the blood from her face and neck. "What's got ye upset?" she asked without looking at Darkeye.
When he informed her he was a smith, though, she paused in mopping up the blood and mucus. "Is that so?" Resuming her efforts to look less awful, she tapped her foot. "Could ye make me a set of lockpicks?" She again didn't glance his way, but this time was more deliberate.
When he informed her he was a smith, though, she paused in mopping up the blood and mucus. "Is that so?" Resuming her efforts to look less awful, she tapped her foot. "Could ye make me a set of lockpicks?" She again didn't glance his way, but this time was more deliberate.
Like you're hanging by a thread
But you gotta survive
But you gotta survive
