OOC:
ack, sorry, that's on me. sorry. Hoping to play it straight and fast talk him to see what he knows.
Guy knocks on the door, and the starts looking around, up, and over his shoulder, hoping to give off an extrememly paranoid vibe, but there is no answer at the door.
As soon as the door is answered and he verifies it's Mucecud he starts talking . . . rapidly, the words tumbling over themselves as if they can't escape his mouth quick enough 'Mirach? Of course you're the mark, you gotta be the mark. Is it safe to talk here? probably? I don't think they've gotten to you yet. Look man, I came to warn you, ya gotta be careful, eyes are everywhere, and our names are on a list. I don't know why, I didn't do anything wrong, did you? Others are on the list too, but I don't work for the Empire, or owe them anything. So what gives my, why are they coming for you? How long 'til they come for me?'
Guy returns to the others, and points toward the woman walking away;
'oh, was that the person on the list?.'
Last edited September 1, 2021 12:03 am