Forest
Forest blinked as the image of the Duke shooting some random person filled her mind. There was wondering where the trigger was, oh golly there's brains, and take blood to the homeless shelter. This is almost completely random, she thought.
She eyed the duke and mused to both men, I don't know how strong he is. Honestly, his most dangerous trait is he's completely around the sodding bend. Complete random tangents. His thoughts are so bloody random.
Forest tapped the desk with her index finger and said, "The rocket launchers and their organization is what bothers me. Plus the little tossers tried to blow up my car . . . "
She shook her head, sighed, and shrugged. "Honestly, I'm really bloody new here. I'd just been here maybe two hours at the most. A bit of work to earn a bit of coin to get a roof over my head and clothing would be bloody lovely."
Plus, I can pass information on to you if he does give me a bit of work, she sent to Jarald.