[The platform is less controlled chaos and more like the marked stalls in Shriftport. The items piling high in the brightly lit room, what looks like blankets nestled close to glossy pictures and perfume bottles.
There seems to be no sense in how they are grouped together, and the Darkling has to slink along the man-made paths to look for the one thing he asked for.
No Zemeni sugary treats or freshly baked garlic bread are waiting for him on the other platform. How could food be the reward for a successful mission?
His head snaps up, and he narrows his eyes at the man.]
What is a tie?
[The Darkling holds up a black shirt, placing it carefully back on the pile before moving on to the next one.]
8.0 The Platform
There seems to be no sense in how they are grouped together, and the Darkling has to slink along the man-made paths to look for the one thing he asked for.
No Zemeni sugary treats or freshly baked garlic bread are waiting for him on the other platform. How could food be the reward for a successful mission?
His head snaps up, and he narrows his eyes at the man.]
What is a tie?
[The Darkling holds up a black shirt, placing it carefully back on the pile before moving on to the next one.]