They looked over their shoulder at the radill, who shrugged. "I trust your judgment," she said.
"That makes one of us," Jadz said, but they followed the mysterious caller's directions anyway. If it did turn out to be a bad decision, at least they were armed.
The first thing they noticed was that there was a
fucking gousankke hanging out in this alley behind the restaurant, uncomfortably close to a dumpster full of decaying noodles and gods only knew what else. This was a shocking enough revelation that it distracted Jadz for some minutes from the gousankke's companion, a slender man with a shaggy mane of unnaturally red hair and two black horns curling out of his forehead, who seemed more interested in the radill than in Jadz themself.
"Interesting," said the man. Jadz identified him as the second speaker on the call. Which could not possibly mean what they thought it meant.
But the gousankke said, "I still fail to understand what could possibly have been wrong with the way I was doing it," and there was the unplaceable accent and the trace of condescension.