Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140312014600/@comment-11457306-20140317112034

(What utter bullcrap!  Thank you, Maxi, for seeing what Billy does not.  I am glad I did not see this last night--I would not have been able to sleep.  Much which I did not understand now becomes clear.)

Daria rocked back on her heels, astounded at what she had just heard. Obviously this man did not understand court intrigue. She schooled her tongue, lest she say something she would regret later.

"I believe I already did that, Dralnach, by giving you the key.  That is your key to survival-now my life depends upon you and what you do with it.  I have placed my trust--the ultimate trust--in you by giving you that key and control over MY life.  For you to say that your life depends upon my help baffles me, for I am nothing!  But if you require me to swear again, then swear I do.

There is no one on this floating piece of Oblivion who cares one whit whether or not I live or die. For you to say that anyone would have cared if you had thrown me overboard is utter nonsense. You would not have been a target.

I could have kept the key from you and wielded the artifact as a god--but I fear it and fear what it might do to me. So I entrusted it to you, along with my life. My life depends upon you now. So yes--yes I swear to help you. If you die, then so do I."

She sank back to the floor again, pushing herself back deeper into the shadows, like a dog hiding from his master's temper.