Take What Is Ours [The Runaway Scamp/The Stormbreaker]
The message to R’khan had been simple. Willa had requested his presence at the cornerclub at week’s end to discuss the possibilities of their next - and rather well paying - voyage. She had also mentioned that it was Jocelyn who wanted to meet with him, and that Willa herself would only be present as part of the crew.
When the evening in question finally came, Jocelyn had paid off the owner to keep one small section of the cornerclub sectioned off, and it was there, in the corner with her feet kicked up on the table, that she sat waiting for the rest. In the shadows around her sat her first and second, each one of them occupying themselves with their own drinks.
“Did Willa say anything about when we should expect’em?” Mehran asked eventually and leaned heavily across the table on his arms.
“Any moment now,” Jocelyn replied evenly with her gaze glued to the front door. “In fact, I suspect that’s them right there,” she added and inclined her head towards the Dunmer who had just entered.
