Thief of Words
Archivist for Hire
Sitting down at a dice game in progress, Fei waved over some cheap drinks, rolled her eyes at the man's oh-so-original joke, and eyed the buy-in before tossing in her own ante. "Oh, don't know f'r sure yet, but I was plannin' on seeing if I could make it rain," she peered down at him, then around the table. "Well, assuming you shorties can reach the knucklebones to play, that is."
She would give it a few rounds before bringing up the subject of general gossip. Most Thresholders wouldn't admit it, but they were just as bad as Dynastic men about being terrible gossips. She suspected it had something to do with how unmoored and alone they all were. Not a one of them able to really build anything truly lasting, like a family or a nation. Given enough time and a warm enough audience, she'd bring up Holster, under the idea the scavenger owed her money from old bets.
She would give it a few rounds before bringing up the subject of general gossip. Most Thresholders wouldn't admit it, but they were just as bad as Dynastic men about being terrible gossips. She suspected it had something to do with how unmoored and alone they all were. Not a one of them able to really build anything truly lasting, like a family or a nation. Given enough time and a warm enough audience, she'd bring up Holster, under the idea the scavenger owed her money from old bets.