Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170622150059/@comment-28358106-20170624014826

"It's her!!"

In an instant, several Centaur guards draw their swords and are bearing down on Kioshi with a speed that belies their size. Just as they are about to make contact, Asja raises her hand.

"Halt."

The Centaurs skid to a stop instantly. One of them looks to Asja in disbelief. "But your Eminence, this is the reported assassin! She's the one who---"

"I know who she is. I found her first, after all." All of the joy is gone from Asja's face, replaced with that cold, calculating stare.

"Is this how you want to be remembered, assassin? As having stolen a token of innocence from a wedding, when your plans to destroy it were ruined?  Your last act in this world a theft, before being cut down where you stand?  Is this the price you are willing to pay for sedition?"

Her eyes never move. "Think carefully before you answer. We do not use Demon Silver in Whitemarch."

The guards shift nervously.