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Message: <blockquote data-quote="peteyfrogboy" data-source="post: 1149152" data-attributes="member: 5677">Interlude: The Morning AfterParika woke with a start, her hands clammy with sweat. She sat up in bed. The night had not been a restful one. Nevroth's "business" had left her feeling uneasy, and her sleep had been plagued by disturbing dreams. She picked up her brush from the bedside table and started working the tangles from her hair. It was a familiar task, and one that gave her some comfort.It had sounded straightforward enough when Nevroth suggested it: since he couldn't seek direct vengeance on his mother, he planned to take his revenge on her crew. It was a simple plan, and it went as smoothly as any she had ever seen. Nevroth had found two of the pirates in port and followed them into a bar. Somehow he had even befriended them, tagging along on their pub crawl. By the end of the night they were all staggering, but Nevroth was in fact still sober. He had led them into the shadows of Scurvytown, using a roving gang as an excuse to detour down a dark alley. Between Nevroth's swords and her arrows from the dark, two inebriated pirates were hardly a challenge to slay. She set the brush back down next to two small coin purses. Normally a double handful of coins would bring her happiness, but she couldn't even bring herself to count them. Parika had stolen before without remorse. She had even killed, whether in self defense or -- all too often, of late -- fighting evil cults. But this... this was different. Nevroth called it vengeance, justice, and maybe for him it was. Who were these men to her, though? She had told herself she was in it for the money, and nothing more; what did that make her? Mercenary? Assassin?Parika shook her head. She had never known before what line she would not cross to achieve her dreams of greatness; she was not about to trade her dreams for nightmares. If Nevroth wanted to hunt again, he would be hunting alone.</blockquote>

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