“Wow this actually is pretty nice on the inside.” Gideon grinned as he surveyed the space.
“Yeah I leave the outside looking like shit cause I figure it’d discourage people from bothering me. Occasionally a scabber will come through but they are quickly sent packing.”
“I’m surprised you even get anyone out here.”
“There are a few desert gangs but they have a wide territory so they don’t make it around here very often.” She replied remembering the few times they had encountered them since moving here, it had been a good while. “My grandfather took out a couple of their leaders so I think they avoid this place for the most part.”
“Oh is he the one who taught you to be such a baddass?”
“I wouldn’t call myself that, I just kind of live here but yes, he was a member of the Katarosi Guard before the Federation broke up.”
“Damn so you probably weren’t bluffing about the three ways to kill you thing?”
“Actually I sort of was,” Freja felt herself blush a little at the admission, “I really don’t relish knifing people. It’s too close ya know? At least from a distance I can pretend they aren’t human.”
“And here I thought I was about to get schooled on survival but I guess we’re not so different are we?”
“Well I still am trained in how to do it but yeah probably not by as much as you think.”
