(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

urning into my back as we walked, "So..."
Annah just looked at me as I addressed her, and she frowned. She didn't
take the wine, "Aye? What do yeh want now?"
I blinked, "Are you all right?"
She just glared at me.
"Er, I was hoping I could ask you about a few things-"
"Why don't yeh ask the stuck-up-ubus yer questions, then?" Annah's eyes
narrowed to slits. "Why are we even traveling with her? We don't NEED her,
we don't."
The other patrons glanced at us with practiced nonchalance, but their
conversation halted. The silence was thick with the mass effort to ignore our
little spat. "Annah, please. You're very important to me, and I need your
help."
"Oh, aye, and why is THAT then? This should be rich, it should. Yeh pity me,
is that it? Yeh think I slow yeh down? Go on, say it!" I was surprised she
didn't slap or shiv me then.
"I don't pity you, and you don't slow me down - you're quick, you're skilled,
and I really need all the help I can get."
Annah frowned, her tail flicking back and forth. "Aye... well... know I'll gut
her if she starts sizing us up for a feast, I will." She glared at me. "And don't
get any ideas I'm staying cause yeh want me to - I'm just helpin' yeh out, I
am."
"Fine. Now... we need to think about where we're going."
"Aye?" she snatched the wine roughly from my hand, and a few splashes
dribbled down the bulbous crystal. She took a good swig. Silently I
wondered if her rough drinking habits had to do with her life in the Hive or if
she just wanted to get a little alcohol in her to put up with me.
As our conversation lowered into a flat simmer, the other patrons began
speaking again. Chats about the weather to get the ball rolling, and moving
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