Or perhaps not.
âYa really canât lie can you.â The emotions that flitted across his features just seconds before he became a rather funny imitation of rock have told her exactly what she needed to know about his personality. When he had slapped his cards down her musing had only been confirmed. Obvious as the headlines smacked across the newspapers that were carelessly tossed in the alleys, the man was a poor liar, or perhaps the best way to put it, was that he simply was too good to lie. Which was an odd thought to the tsat, back home by the even fishier smelling sea, everyone knew how to lie, everyone would lie as if their lives depended on it. And now as she paused, to think about her olâ fish ânan, Suâyina would realize just how much that was the way it is. Even the wrinkly old witch had a few secrets in her closet. âBut the point of this game is to cheat so it woulda been okay, yâknow,â the witch scratched the back of her head, âbut ehhâŚâ at a loss for words, Suâyina could hum to herself. They could offer up another round, but she highly doubted the otherâs ability to scrounge up the courage to play again. âWe could play slapjack insteadââ
The witchâs finger moved to collect the cards, only to send them scattering again as a large thump echoed from below followed by a muffled voice.
Suâyina paused, a finger pressed against her lips as she craned her head, trying her best to hear the commotion below. It looked like trouble was just about to find her or at leastâŚshe thought it would. In this case, it was better to be safe than sorry! There was a nice bonus at risk if she failed! With a shrug, the girl ignored the raised brow her friend sent her way in place of staring at the poor boy that was roped into her issues. She could leave him hereâŚas another diversionâŚbutâŚit felt as if he would be a distraction to Violet. "Whoopsie, look's like I gotta go."
Her conscience happily reminded her that he did pay for her room, was accosted just moments earlier, and was nice enough to play cards with.
âWanna jump out of a window with me?â There was a tree just outside, one thick enough to hold its weight. âLess you wanna stay here and watch Violet and the lovely man coming here---â
âHe better looks decentââ Violet started, âOh shush! Heâs a cute moneybag, milk âem dryâŚboth ways eh?â Suâyina cut in before turning to look at Yazad expectantly.
Below angry footsteps took the stairs one by one alongside the extra tittering of a matron. âExcuse me, ye need ta spare some coin to be up here!â