She grins at me as we leave. "It's not far. I live above the Salon."
We walk up Silk t'Main. It's gettin' darker now, but I dunt think it counts as night. I look at bit nervous behind us as we go by the Whitechapel, but there's neither sight nor smell 'a the hound-god. Good. I got 'nough worries 'round him without him knowin' who I'm spendin' time with.
The salon seems a bit strange, dark 'n deserted as we go in. I ain't ever bin in here, but it looks like 'Ri's place. There's posters on the walls 'a skinny guys with hair like the doc's and guitars sneerin' out at me, 'n one's 'a women wearin' hardly a stitch carryin' big swords. Is this fer the music she's talkin' 'bout? Like everythin' 'bout 'Ri it's outlandish and strange 'n kind 'a interestin'. "How old 'r those?" I ask, noddin' at the posters. Lord know you dunt get paper like that much - they remind me some 'a the posters up at the Carnival, but less... livin'. Heck, I dunt know art.
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We walk up Silk t'Main. It's gettin' darker now, but I dunt think it counts as night. I look at bit nervous behind us as we go by the Whitechapel, but there's neither sight nor smell 'a the hound-god. Good. I got 'nough worries 'round him without him knowin' who I'm spendin' time with.
The salon seems a bit strange, dark 'n deserted as we go in. I ain't ever bin in here, but it looks like 'Ri's place. There's posters on the walls 'a skinny guys with hair like the doc's and guitars sneerin' out at me, 'n one's 'a women wearin' hardly a stitch carryin' big swords. Is this fer the music she's talkin' 'bout? Like everythin' 'bout 'Ri it's outlandish and strange 'n kind 'a interestin'. "How old 'r those?" I ask, noddin' at the posters. Lord know you dunt get paper like that much - they remind me some 'a the posters up at the Carnival, but less... livin'. Heck, I dunt know art.