Post by Mercy on May 9, 2014 5:25:17 GMT -5
After having delivered the package to Rhyldrin and witnessing all that had unfolded, Mercy was considerably shaken and had retreated to the Blind Beggar Tavern in order to put some distance between them and to gather her thoughts. He was a dangerous man, Rhyldrin, dark and beautiful but somehow deep within he appeared to be as scarred and rotten as the very experiments he toyed with. And powerful. She could feel it on him when they were together. It was thrilling in a way, not knowing whether that next meeting would be her last, whether whatever tenuous thread that held him together would snap and she would pay that final price. She felt the heady thrill like a drug, it was the very same one that burned deep in the midst of a treacherous job. Would the trap spring? Would the guard see? Would the lock turn? She wanted to see what Rhyldrin could become, what she could become near him.
It was one of many things that drew her; a fly to the spider, a moth to the flame.
And so she was sprawled across a chair with a mug of sour wine in her hand, staring into space when the courier arrived. A cleared throat recalled her from her pensive recollections and she lifted her gaze to the courier, the woman waving a hand impatiently until he handed over that scroll. Reading the scrawl within, a small smile curled at dark lips and a purr of satisfaction broke through the melancholy atmosphere. This was intriguing ..
"I believe I shall."
She needed to gather her resources, and this group seemed like the ideal opportunity to do just that. Rising from her chair she left her wine on the table and with a twitch of her cloak she found herself leaving the Blind Beggar and beginning to follow the instructions on the scroll, she made her way to this Nefarious Works.
It was one of many things that drew her; a fly to the spider, a moth to the flame.
And so she was sprawled across a chair with a mug of sour wine in her hand, staring into space when the courier arrived. A cleared throat recalled her from her pensive recollections and she lifted her gaze to the courier, the woman waving a hand impatiently until he handed over that scroll. Reading the scrawl within, a small smile curled at dark lips and a purr of satisfaction broke through the melancholy atmosphere. This was intriguing ..
"I believe I shall."
She needed to gather her resources, and this group seemed like the ideal opportunity to do just that. Rising from her chair she left her wine on the table and with a twitch of her cloak she found herself leaving the Blind Beggar and beginning to follow the instructions on the scroll, she made her way to this Nefarious Works.
