Three immaculately manicured fingernails drummed lightly on the table, followed by a slightly disquieting thump where the fourth should have been. The woman sitting at the table appeared more to be deep in thought than overly vexed, so Joey Costa decided to take a chance.
He turned the chair across from her around and straddled it. “You’re the lady in from out of town, ain’tcha?”
The clicking stopped.
“I am, what’s it to you?”
“Just makin’ nice. It’s raining like the world’s about to end, so we’re likely to be here a bit. Figured I’d say hello. Name’s Joey Costa.”
She arched her eyebrows in a gesture that reminded him so much of his aunt it was uncanny. “Anna, and yeah, just got in from Southshore.”
“Here on business?” Costa took a swig of coffee.
“Of a sort. Looking for work, mostly. Since the war ended, folk have gotten restless up there. Figured I’d try my hand farther south.”
Her accent was faint, and somewhat hard to place. “What kinda work? There ain’t much here.”
She smiled at him suddenly, patronising and cat-like. “Trust me, there’s plenty here. I’m just not sure I’m cut out for a small town like this.” The woman flicked her fingers slightly, and a Ravenholdt badge appeared – and disappeared just as quickly.
He turned on the charm. “Well, then you just head to the City, lady. That’s where everything happens.”
“Figured as much. I’m also looking for information about a couple of lukewarm leftovers from what remains of the Stonemason’s Guild.” She sipped her own coffee, a wedding ring glinting in the firelight.
“Well, I ain’t really the person to be askin’, and of course, those are questions of a delicate nature anyway. Tell you what though, Stormwind Docks aren’t a bad place to start. My cousin’s there, and she’ll know who to ask. Her name’s Julia.”
After a long, uncomfortably appraising look, the woman stood up. “I’ll do that, and thanks.” She turned to head up the stairs, paused as if to say something, and then thought better of it.
Costa watched her until she’d disappeared into the dark hallway.
The bartender flashed him a shit-eating grin. “She’s too old for you anyway, lad.”
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