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[ Peony would very much like to know that out of the Roe as well, but once again, she's not really in a position to negotiate. Better to tell the truth, though whether or not her assailant believes her is another matter. ]

Our friend is on his way to get something my client would like recovered. You're not gonna risk losing him by waiting for more details, are you?

[ Two can play that game. ]

Your client. Seems everyone wants that little trinket.

[ That certainly answers one question, though the matter of whether this miqo’te is friend or foe remains unanswered. There’s as good a chance that she’s working for Aldenard as there is of her working for some other black marketeer, but Blaze can work with this at the very least. ]

Two heads are better than one, I think. Howsabout I let you go, and if you keep your stabbers to yourself, we can both track down our fleet-footed friend.

[ Okay, she can work with that. She's used to improvising, even if an unexpected companion is a bit out of the ordinary for her. The roegadyn might just as soon slip a knife between her ribs as not once they've recovered the goods, but that's a problem for future Peony.

Foresight never was exactly her strong suit. ]

Alright, alright, I'll cooperate! But let's get a move on already, shall we? He's getting away!

[ She wiggles in the roegadyn's grip to suggest haste, even if she isn't outright trying to wrestle free. That's not a match of strength she would win. ]

[ It’s a good thing she’s a woman of honor, since the miqo’te never makes Blaze swear to do the same. Still, she lifts her blade and arm both away from the slight and impatiently wriggling figure in front of her, letting her loose.

Blaze gives her dagger a little twirl before tucking it neatly into its place at her belt. ]

Let’s go, then.

[ With that, she darts down the alley, footfalls oddly silent as she trusts her new hopefully-a-friend to follow. ]

[ And follow she does, quite closely. Though it's not quite so impressive in her case, Peony moves along as silently as Blaze does, her instincts sharpening as she listens for the sound of any other unexpected assailants. She also listens for any sound of betrayal, because even if she didn't ask Blaze to agree to the same, neither does she want to wind up with a knife in her gut.

That's more likely once they've actually recovered the goods, but one doesn't get far in this line of work without learning to be very, very careful.

They're nearly to the ship now, and the black marketeer is none the wiser to their presence. As he ascends to the deck, Peony slips up behind some nearby crates, pressing herself flat against them as her ears twitch in the direction of softly-spoken voices. Time to see how this unfolds. ]

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