loch & azalea Aboveground. That mess in the sewers. Loch hadn't been around—she was a thief, not a goody-two-shoes fighter willing to risk her life for honor and justice and that bullshit—but she'd heard a few stories. She would have liked to discuss those with Azalea, but it was not the time or the place; she'd have to wait.
"My evening's going much better than expected," Loch said. Considering what her expectations had been, it wasn't saying much. She wasn't bored out of her mind or being approached by nobles for inane talk, so it could have been much worse. "No business is plain sailing, but I can't complain. Just relieved the sea trade routes are open again." That monster hadn't just meant less suplies coming into Emillion—it had effectively put a halt to sea-based smuggling, the fucker. "My research is also going well. The Cerelia Labs are doing wonderfully, as usual, no?"