Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-11457306-20140206012423

The women turned their heads at the elf's raised voice.

"That enough for you?" asked Brighid.

"Brighid, I wouldn't do this job for all the gold in the White Tower.  We have to go into Oblivion!  Are you out of your mind?!"

"Fine.  Go.  I'm staying."

Anneken stepped back, shocked. "Brighid..."

"Anneken, we are desperate, in case you didn't notice.  You may be able to live from day to day without a home, on whatever you can con or steal--but I can't.  I want a stake--something I can use to start over.  When I was kicked from the Brotherhood I lost everything.  This is my one chance.  If I die doing it then my troubles will be over."

Anneken stared at her sister, finally understanding how much her exile had cost her. She herself had picked up and left without a by-your-leave. She was better suited to wander. The uncertainty of the day was exciting to her.

"Alright, Bergy.  We'll give it a shot.  Against my better judgement.  If things turn sour, though, we are out.  Together."

Brighid nodded. "Thanks, Annie."