"Oh yeah," he muttered while rolling his eyes. "Best friends. Can't hardly get away from the guy, know what I mean?"
He looked the strange woman up and down, not really taking the time to before. She really didn't have anything of value, not that he could tell. So, what could he do with her?
A grin came across his face as soon as he came up with an idea. That's it! How he's longed to tell someone, anyone, about that bastard Lowen's haunted past. Of course, if he told any sane person, he would have to kill them. If he didn't, they'd tell Lowen, and he would eventually figure things out. That couldn't happen, and this girl was anything but sane.
"Meerior.. Would you like to know more about Lowen?"