The girl nodded deeply, as though it was sage wisdom.
"Anyone, Boss. This is the new wife. Zhely, she is. I have a feeling that me and her are going to get on well, I do," Northy said. "She's got a sense for the wind, but she calls it something else. The road, or something?"
"The way," Zhely said. She had a quiet way to her, with few words, which made her an amusing match for someone like Northy, but somehow, the pairing of the two shone even more deeply than the others.
"I see," Vol said, dismissing their insane babble from his head the second it entered. "Let's hope this marriage is a happy one."
