our sins are washed away
Snorting at Milo's question, Saiden shrugged. "I dunno if any of 'em are nice," he drawled, shooting his fellow smuggler a grin. "Ludo was good to me, though. And sailors have got a soft spot for it, since too many of us are lost at sea." The cook scratched his side as he spoke.
Then he shot the other man a sly grin. "Frey, huh? You into that sort of thing, then?" The Hali chuckled.
Nodding at Milo's words, Saiden whistled a low note. "Ten? That's pretty young." Smirking, he shifted the box to his other arm. "Maybe I should get to know Zeph better then. Any tips?"
Then he shot the other man a sly grin. "Frey, huh? You into that sort of thing, then?" The Hali chuckled.
Nodding at Milo's words, Saiden whistled a low note. "Ten? That's pretty young." Smirking, he shifted the box to his other arm. "Maybe I should get to know Zeph better then. Any tips?"
