Stealandrobgraaaaaaves needs a little pick me up.

Shilo’s dark eyes scanned the other grave robber. After that fateful night at the opera, she herself had become a grave robber and street dealer of Zydrate, she’d toughened up and filled out a bit… no thanks to the poison her father had pumped in to her. “What do you want?” Generally, other dealers didn’t interact with each other, it was just too dangerous, so Shilo was curious as to why the man would risk even a small chance of danger just to see her.