Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140928161954/@comment-11457306-20140930022350

Flashback to the night before:

"You mean a place after this job is over?  With someone you can trust?" asked Daria. She was woozy but his words penetrated. He had a place to stay here. Surely he wasn't asking if he could share her bed?

"What happened, Dral?  You were dead set on getting back to the Reach.  Did you not receive as warm a welcome as you had hoped?  Or did something happen to them?  I know there has been much unrest in the Reach since we were...otherwise occupied." When he didn't answer right away and she saw how uncomfortable he was, she relented.

"You can stay with me, I guess.  We can give it a trial run.  No promises.  Except that I won't stab you in the back.  I owe you that much.  Besides, poisoning is more my style," she smiled wryly. It wasn't a very good joke. She could see the vial of poison her lover had handed her to kill his rival with in her mind. She shoved the memory back.