DM_Matt
First Post
Falkus said:"I don't think you quite understand our relative positions here," Dyria said, smiling wickidly. She stood up and walked around behind the assassin.
"I'm not in this for the money, or the good of the city," she lied. "I'm doing this because I like killing people. Preferably painfully. And this job lets me kill people without getting in trouble for it." She started running her fingers over the back of the man's neck.
"So, what you're offering me," she purred, placing a coil of her whip dagger around the man's throat, so if she pulled it up, it would go like a garote, albeit a spiked and electrically charged garote. "Is to give up killing someone now, in exchange for the possibility of killing somebody later. You're going to have to give me more than that before I consider letting you live."
The man looks at Dyria...then looks at Durodan...then Dyria again...Then he says "Ok, ok, but will you promise not to kill me, to turn me in to the proper authorities, and tell them I cooperated?"