Zul winks at Banjo. "I'm a tiny terror, fella. You seen me work". "So listen, Ro, I figure we're both in the same line of work -- and I don't mean juggling. Whatever gig this guy offered you, I want in. You know I can handle myself in a scrap, and I can be of particular help with, well... a certain kind of clientele". She taps her temple with her index finger. "I have got some import/export work from him in the past, and we are discussing one now", Rotemdol says, "However, I never work in this city. Everyone knows I try to keep my nose clean around here and even though I get offers I reject them. From time to time people annoy me, especially mind reamers, and I lose my temper". His expression turns manic at those words, quite at odds with his regular sunny self. It lasts just a second. "But I haven't liquidated anyone for over a year. People are so nice here in the Anthill". "Even those that try to burn it down", Banjo adds, "They love us really". After some thought Rotemdol adds "And anyway", Rotemdol adds after some thought, "This was pleasure and not business. If you tell me how to contact you I may call on you in about a week, but it will require travel". -- Tim Hall Weblog: http://www.kalyr.com/weblog Photos: http://kalyr.fotopic.net/
