Eza tossed the bandages to Lum, then followed them down from the rooftop. Remaining in a darker area in case they had been tailed, she crossed her arms. Despite the shadows covering her face, one could clearly see the scowl adorning it.
“What was that?!”
She managed to keep her voice quiet, but failed to keep her ire out of it. She wasn’t exactly trying to hide it, anyways.
”Why did you antagonize that guy when he was clearly powerful in some way? Our faces are plastered on walls everywhere, we can’t afford to anger people like that! Loudly taunting him was more than dangerous enough, let alone setting a bar on fire. The fire wasn’t necessarily your fault, I know you’ve got all that bad luck stuff, but it was most certainly somehow caused by whatever you did during that dice game. We’re lucky those radiant people didn’t try to turn us in for a bounty. I’m still not convinced they aren’t going to come after us. You wouldn’t even accept rusting bandages from one of them; the only thing that could do was offend him! The only reason I agreed to steal them was cause of that.”
She vaguely gestured towards Lum’s various injuries, then sighed.
”I can excuse the bar fire, but that dice game was too much. Rust, I’d never thought I’d say something like that…”