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“I’m not jealous, you—” Tora stopped mid-snarl. He wanted to strangle him, his arms reaching out to do exactly that, but… he took a quick glance at Rhin and felt the chains of his and FPS’s lies pulling back against his wrists. His shaking fists dropped harmlessly to his sides, and he gave the best smile he could through gritted teeth.
“Oh stop, you,” he tried. He tried very hard. “You know I just can’t stay mad at you.”
His tone clearly said otherwise, a warning stained its edges.
A warning that FPS either ignored or decided to push his luck in spite of. With a saucy waggle of his brows and a smirk, the tall tree of a sylvari leaned in close, towering over Tora. Emboldened, he looked ready for another flirtation or perhaps—
In a panic, Tora’s hand caught the tree man’s face before he could find out. “You know how I feel about PDA, dear.” He shoved back—hard—and FPS/John Smith toppled backwards over his seat with a loud thud. Before he could recover, Tora spun around on a very uncomfortable looking Rhin. “Sorry, you were sayin’?!”
“Is-Is he okay?”
“No worries, friend!” FPS gave a thumbs up from the floor. “I like em feisty.”
Ignoring that, Tora persisted. “He’s fine. You were sayin’?!”
“Y-Yes, what was I saying…?”
It took some prodding, some gentle guidance, and eventually they got exactly what Rhin had been saying. Ten minutes after and they had the full story they needed.
Rakak was their lead—the Meridian’s old navigator who retired shortly after Bolli did. The old asura pestered Bolli until her last days, and left back to Rata Sum in a huff when she’d left him nothing in her will.
Rhin couldn’t say what exactly it was that Rakak had wanted so badly from Bolli, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was that here was someone with a clear motive—an asura willing to pester someone to their last dying breathe over something would surely be willing to rob a grave for that same something.
If he was still alive, he was their best suspect.
…If he was still alive.
According to Rhin, Rakak never visited anyone related to the ship’s crew since Bolli’s death. He reached out once, a few years back—wrote a letter to each family asking to borrow whatever Bolli left for them.
Tora frowned when he saw the letter, confused.
“No one we spoke to even mentioned this!” It seemed unfathomable. Surely if someone was this much of a thorn in Bolli’s side, someone would have remembered them. At least more than her baking skills!
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