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"Quite right, we wouldn't want to be doing that, would we?" Masile had readily agreed to the statement, despite having next to no clue what a jarðpúki was or how it pertained to anything even remotely connected to not falling over one another in the attempt to reach their rooms down the...

Not in any ideal state to understand the implications of the brooding way Skad had mentioned losing her quarry, Masile could only assume it had something to do with the rather crude follow-up regarding tongues and explicit activities that could be done with them. How Skad thought it related at...

Masile didn't take the one-word answer too terribly to heart, expecting as much from Skad already. What wasn't expected was that the Nordwiir would continue to speak, offering additional insight that helped narrow down what Masile's initial question had meant to discover in the first place...

"Why, you're hurting my head with all these suspicions, Skad!" Masile spoke with the same chiding tones from before, each word punctuated by the circular motions made with massaging fingers against her temples. But to be fair to the other woman, most of the prospective blame could firmly be...

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Masile didn't seem terribly enthusiastic on taking the gamble of whether or not she could ignore the backwash that now contaminated the cup she held in her hands, choosing instead to politely set it upon the table rather than bringing it to her lips. Surely she wouldn't...

How was it that all the pieces of the puzzle fit so neatly, yet never produced the insight Masile had hoped for? Not that she was terribly frustrated with how the conversation was going since her questions were being answered, even if her understanding of what Skad had actually meant was...

Masile sat and listened attentively as Skad waxed on about her assessment of the alchemist, fingers drumming all the while upon the ceramic in her hands. Every now and then her chin would tilt downwards in a way that was infuriatingly reminiscent of Vida's condescension, even if it didn't have a...

How complimentary of the woman known as Skad Kin-Slayer, of all people, to suggest that the little alchemist had the potential for so much more beyond Vida's machinations. It was also unexpectedly sweet of the Nordwiir, albeit with a bluntness and complete lack of subtlety that Masile already...

Ah, that would explain it. Masile somewhat doubted that there were a great many others that saw Skad the same way she did, or extended as much leniency to the woman as she did, for that matter. Not that she could necessarily blame them; that unbridled, single-minded determination of the other...

To the question of whether it would be enough for a ship, Masile would answer in the affirmative, though she would caution in the same breath against expectations of it being a terribly majestic vessel. For certain there wouldn't be nearly enough coin for a ship sturdy enough to field two...

For Skad's part, she found a way to draw the fangs of a bleak conversation rather neatly through the matter-of-fact way she outlined the realities of what she might return to, and their harsh sense of justice. Then again, it might have been as simple as the Nordwiir woman finding nothing wrong...

Skad didn't make for a particularly cheerful dinner companion, that much was obvious. So obvious that for a moment it even caused Masile's one-too-many-drinks smile to falter, if only momentarily, before she did as she always did - processed the information with a patient nod, and continued with...

Skad looked more pained with each word that came out of her mouth, and by the end, she looked downright miserable. Miserable enough that it was almost endearing, in a way. Had Vida not been aware that the Nordwiir's mental state seemed to be perpetually stuck on the precipice of violence, she...

Now wasn't she a confident one? Skad's proclamation of not requiring a shield, or indeed anything else beyond a hand axe was met with some scrutiny. The rather humble request prompted the drow to turn his attention fully to the Kin-Slayer; an oblique look in his eyes as he slowly and...

Those were all very good questions. Fortunately for the both of them they were fairly easy to answer. Vida drew back up in her seat, leaning into both of the hands she had on the sides of her neck while she made an idle attempt at massaging the growing knots she felt beneath wandering fingers...