Council of Thieves [Bastards of Erebus] (IC)

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Dusha leans forwards eagerly enough that Radigan can be seen peering out from inside her hood, and her eyes glitter as she speaks. "Urban wasteland, hm? And yet, pile on pile on pile on pile of loose rock, all safely tucked away? Rock doesn't grow, pretties, any more than plants do in those kinds of places. What kind of grave are they digging, that they don't want anyone to see? What other warrens might they have run up against? Mayhaps the rat-road," she gestures at Kavina, "is the way to go."