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Izurich
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DionHe was being polite, so either he was polite, or he knew how to use politeness for manipulation. She kept her eyes on him, as always looking for what was underneath what was said and done. He did not seem particularly out of place here, and although there was no malice he certainly did not engender any trust in her. (Admittedly, no one engendered any trust in Char, and she imagined no one would be surprised to discover this. This was very much the way of the Drow, and it was a difficult thing to shake off.)
While he spoke her eyes wandered over him, though her only interest at the moment was in where and how she would have to strike to kill him quickly if need be. Just because he said he wouldn’t stab her didn’t mean he would keep his word on it, or that he wouldn’t stab her once their time together was done, and she wanted to have his internal organs mapped out ahead of time. “We have a deal,” she said once he had finally finished speaking. It was an easy choice; better to chance an escape with another prisoner than wait for the jailer.
“I had left Elmwood and was near the coast of the Moonsea, soon to reach the Elvenflow. But I was on foot,” she told him as he began the cumbersome task of sorting through keys to find that which would release her. She locked his look of concentration away as she searched for something else to say; she was used to silence, but humans were not, and long bouts of it left many of them particularly unnerved. Then again, he was on a hunt for the right key, so perhaps he did not notice.
When her arms finally dropped down to her sides, it was like she could finally breathe again. She took a step away of her own and promptly pulled at her hair, her face crinkling in a look of disgust. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know why her hair had been taken down and put back up, because this was certainly not how it had been set before waking up in this place. She began raking her fingers through, coaxing out knots and errant pins. Fortunately, her hair was not in a terrible state; nothing had happened to it in her time here beyond the goblin yanking on it while trying to get her to open her mouth. “Was there anything else interesting you found when you started your escape?”
She was, of course, listening carefully for anything that might be on the way to confront them, but at the moment, all sounded quiet beyond the room. Once she was satisfied with her hair in its unbound state, she quickly worked it into a braid that wrapped around her head like a crown. It was far simpler than what she would normally do, but anything more complicated would take more time she did not want to spare.
While he spoke her eyes wandered over him, though her only interest at the moment was in where and how she would have to strike to kill him quickly if need be. Just because he said he wouldn’t stab her didn’t mean he would keep his word on it, or that he wouldn’t stab her once their time together was done, and she wanted to have his internal organs mapped out ahead of time. “We have a deal,” she said once he had finally finished speaking. It was an easy choice; better to chance an escape with another prisoner than wait for the jailer.
“I had left Elmwood and was near the coast of the Moonsea, soon to reach the Elvenflow. But I was on foot,” she told him as he began the cumbersome task of sorting through keys to find that which would release her. She locked his look of concentration away as she searched for something else to say; she was used to silence, but humans were not, and long bouts of it left many of them particularly unnerved. Then again, he was on a hunt for the right key, so perhaps he did not notice.
When her arms finally dropped down to her sides, it was like she could finally breathe again. She took a step away of her own and promptly pulled at her hair, her face crinkling in a look of disgust. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know why her hair had been taken down and put back up, because this was certainly not how it had been set before waking up in this place. She began raking her fingers through, coaxing out knots and errant pins. Fortunately, her hair was not in a terrible state; nothing had happened to it in her time here beyond the goblin yanking on it while trying to get her to open her mouth. “Was there anything else interesting you found when you started your escape?”
She was, of course, listening carefully for anything that might be on the way to confront them, but at the moment, all sounded quiet beyond the room. Once she was satisfied with her hair in its unbound state, she quickly worked it into a braid that wrapped around her head like a crown. It was far simpler than what she would normally do, but anything more complicated would take more time she did not want to spare.