Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140322040911/@comment-11457306-20140327033012

There it was, then. It was her life or the woman's. She knew now that her decision to use the poison on Lex was the right one. If only Dralnach had not dithered on getting the artifact, she would not be in this position. She had made a grave error. She never should have given him the key.

She straightend her shoulders, walked over to the woman and faced her. "I will make this quick."

She reached out and took the petite Breton's head in her hands and snapped the woman's neck with one deft movement, surprised at how easy it was. Then she lowered her victim to the deck, feeling herself go numb. She turned and walked through the crowd of men and went directly to Dralnach.

"That woman's death is on your head, Dral."

Then she returned to her corner and curled up in a ball, not even spreading out her furs.

(Good night.  I'm sick of this RP already.  This makes me want to puke.)