Swith Witherward wrote:"So you com for de girril?" A voice called to them. The woman was neither old or young, but she had an exotic air to her. Her skin, tattooed with odd symbols and glyphs, was the inviting color of café au lait.
Her wise eyes looked at each of them in turn. "Nou se zanmi… we are friends here. Mebbe I help you," she said, "mebbe I don’t."
"Yeah, we're here for her." Bran said, storing his emotions away, taking on a business like attitude. "Natiya Nikanor right?" He asked, sounding as if making a deal.