DAY 003 | After Street Performance
"Probably the best way to spend these things, since the city insists on having so fucking many of them," Cian said with a shrug. He was clearly not above more than a bit of the illegal sort of swindling himself. Just because he'd spent most of the weekend overseeing the perfectly legal sort of wagering (on birds, bikes, archers, and so on) didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the draw of other moneymaking schemes.
"Don't need anything in particular," he said, but after a moment, added, "Though, I'd be interested if you've heard anything interesting lately. And please," he added, with a mildly pained look, "I don't give a shit who's fucking whom unless it's got political implications." If he wasn't careful, he thought he might get a metric shit ton of drivel... but people like Rhys occasionally heard rumors that hadn't made it around to the populace yet, and Cian was accustomed, now, to collecting these. They came in handy at unlikely moments.