The tops of his visible cheeks turned a slightly darker blue as her hook receded from his coat. Returning the ignored flask to his coat and he rasped
"No price is too dear for family. It's 'possibly' about your mother. There was word of a slave shipment coming away from the private dock, One of which was a Shadow Fey of matching age. Moving out of Kirkwall."
He looked about to ensure they were still talking privately, even giving the immediate area a mental scan.
"I followed the lead to it's off world end before seeking you."
After which he took a deep breath and took his flask back out and drank from it himself. He again offered it to Zoroka
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