Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140322040911/@comment-11457306-20140327225847

Daria saw the look from Dralnach and wanted to scratch his eyes out. Although he had healed her when she lay bleeding on the deck, he had done nothing but accuse her of being untrustworthy and unreliable ever since. Why he wanted to help her now was beyond her ken.

She heard Steinar call out, but all attention was on her. She would not play games with Lex or accede to any bargain he might offer. For ten long years she had kept herself alive by playing such games. There had to be an end. If it meant her death, then so be it. She was never going to see Skyrim again anyway. Dralnach would dither until they starved to death or until they died in these games Lex was playing and even if they did not, Lex would never keep his end of the bargain.

Daria crossed her arms in defiance. "I will choose no one to die with me or without me.  You are the one who must choose.  Kill me or not, I do not care."

(Yes, Shille, I know what vittles are.  In many parts of the South we still use the term.  Now I'm gonna' go get me some vittles.  I just got home, but I wanted to see what the verdict was here.)