Oh, nice job, copperskins. Wait so long you screw up your end of the deal. Bet you'll try and blame it on us, too.

"Bird-eyed, are you? They must have been staying well out of sight if I didn't notice them. I suppose a city of this size has no shortage of footpads, though." Stretching lazily, Aya gives a brief glare back the way they came. Well, maybe I can still find a way to complete the deal, but it's not looking likely at this point.