Trying to start a fight

Easily, relaxing into a smile, you say, in sirihish:
"You are the leader. I just break stuff."

Chewing her lip, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Yeah. Well. Sometimes you just need to take care of stuff. Sometimes, sometimes you have to make a point."

The bristle-furred male half-giant nods, serious again.

Carefully, you say, in sirihish:
"Sometimes maybe... "

Repeating for emphasis, you say, in sirihish:
"... maybe they slap us too much. Being pushy should cost."

The olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"It should. But we'll go situation by situation and make wise choices."

Hesitating before speaking, you say, in sirihish:
"I got one."

The olive skinned, jet haired woman tilts her head, still looking at you.

You ask, in sirihish:
"Not our problem, but... why does Salarr not take respect... why Iasion sell horror in their face?"

You say, in sirihish:
"No gang lasts without respect."

Sighing, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"I think they waited too long."

Shrugging, you say, in sirihish:
"He's just one man. Two hands, two needs."

Head shaking to the side as if to indicate something in the distance, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"It's like this."

The olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"At first, Iasion was just a boy with a chisel and a lot of talk. And there was no reason to pay him any attention at all."

The bristle-furred male half-giant watches the olive skinned, jet haired woman, attentive.

The olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"But then he got a big friend. And Salarr, well, Salarr was comfortable across the known in Nak, and here in the ivory? They kept finding idiots who had trouble finding their ass with both hands."

The bristle-furred male half-giant snickers, nodding.

Shrugging, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Let alone looking after things."

The olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Then, Iasion did smart things. He made sure his big friend, needed him. He also gave away lots of presents. Then everyone wanted to be his friend."

Shrugging, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"By the time Salarr was in a position to take care of things, it was a lot more complicated. It makes me realize something though."

Nodding, you say, in sirihish:
"Dont let the little fuckers slap you."

The bristle-furred male half-giant colors, holding a hand to his mouth.

Pointing, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"If we see a little guy with a needle and a big mouth, we won't wait till they have big friends to hide behind."

The bristle-furred male half-giant nods vigorously.

Nodding once, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Any little fuckers slap us, we're slapping back so hard their mates fall down."

With a dip of her head, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"We are not Salarr."

Brow creasing, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"But we should be nice to them. And we shouldn't mention that they got slapped. What we discuss here, that's just for us."

You say, in sirihish:
"The Crew leader tried to be sneaky. Tried to get me leave Kadius to go Salarr. I said no."

Thoughtfully, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"And Kevak seems like he might stick it out. And I think that's good for us. So, we'll try to watch out for him and his people a bit."

Blinking, the olive skinned, jet haired woman asks you, in sirihish:
"What? He what?"

Nodding, you say, in sirihish:
"I ride with Thorn sometimes, when shes not crazy. She carried his words."

Opening her mouth as if to continue, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"He what? He wants to take my employees? Fuck him. When they slap him next time, we'll just laugh."

The bristle-furred male half-giant nods once, agreeing.

The olive skinned, jet haired woman crosses her arm and glares at the far wall.

Offering, you say, in sirihish:
"We will get it done. You just say what, Agent."

Ears bright red, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Keeps that shit up we'll buy a license and slit his throat. He wants to steal -my- employees? He's out of his fucking mind. "
Shaking her head, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Catch him in Luirs and kill him on the argosy. In the pen. Where it's easy to clean up the mess."

The bristle-furred male half-giant bobs his head once, a little smile surfacing.

Catching herself and collecting herself, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"But we'll remember our manners and our good sense. And we won't mention that. We'll just smile."

Echoing, you say, in sirihish:
"Just smile. Got it."

The olive skinned, jet haired woman puts on a bright smile, that looks perhaps a bit at odds with the violent red of her cheeks.


You are carrying:
a large blue bag

In a large blue bag (carried) :
a dusty bone-tipped spear
a few basalt spearheads
a shriveled black fruit
a few small, translucent stones
a long-handled, flint lumber axe
a rolled-up, white linen tent
a blue-tassled hide pillow
an unlit wooden torch
a dusty red stone pickaxe
an ankle-length blue djellabah

You get your shriveled black fruit from your large blue bag.
It is very light.

The bristle-furred male half-giant offers a wrinkled black fruit to the olive skinned, jet haired woman.

Looking over, reaching for the fruit, the olive skinned, jet haired woman asks you, in sirihish:
"Well, Urk. I've lost my temper. Can that be our secret?"

You give your shriveled black fruit to the olive skinned, jet haired woman.

With a nod, the olive skinned, jet haired woman says to you, in sirihish:
"Thank you."

Nodding, you say, in sirihish:
"This is what I teach, even to the Second. We do what we do. Then we shut up."

You stand up.

The bristle-furred male half-giant winks to the olive skinned, jet haired woman.

The olive skinned, jet haired woman stands up.

The olive skinned, jet haired woman gathers her dress.

The olive skinned, jet haired woman walks down.
You follow the olive skinned, jet haired woman, and walk down.