Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140621010528/@comment-11457306-20140622225510

(Who's authority?)

Harridan stepped off to the side and spoke in a whisper to Damia.

(NO ONE will hear this conversation.  None of that Vulcan ear shit.)

"We are the most junior members here, Damia.  You may be in good with the Emperor's consort and I may know Silvio, but that does not earn us any special priviledges.  We made it into the outfit and that must be good enough for now.  We keep our noses clean and our mouths shut.  Eventually they will see our worth.  Goodspeed is a lunatic and Baen is just thoughtless.  Make allowances.  If I catch you rattling the dishes again I'll turn you over my knee.  Understood?"

The younger woman's eyes flashed with anger. "I'd like to see you try," she growled.

Harridan smiled. I've been on Nirn twice as long as you have, youngster. I may have a few tricks up my sleeve."

The witch subsided. "Okay.  Okay, I get the picture.  But I may put a shock rune in Goodspeed's bed.

"That would be acceptable," said Harridan, smiling. "Just don't get caught doing it."