Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170403183309

"Lemme fill you in on a little secret, twinkle toes." Cyndwella turns slowly midair and sinks until she's lying sideways on the desk, propped up on her elbow.

"I know a thing or two about vengeance. Specifically, I used to be the Favored wife of the Lord of the Black Throne.  I was His Aspect of Vengeance.  I was the embodiment of the rage people feel when they think they've been wronged.  I know for a fact that if you or your mooks have done someone in, or if someone thinks you're a rival, they won't stop until they've wiped out every last one of you and those who are around you.  We just got rid of one of those kinds of assholes, and I don't need to give any other assholes like him a reason to come here."

She sits up. "Unless, of course, you don't know anybody like that. In which case, you're either invincible, or really shitty sellswords.  So if you want to convince me..."

"Tell me nobody will come after your group while you're here. Go on.  Let's hear it." She pops the cork of the Gin, pulls out a bodice dagger, slits her hand, and dribbles her blood into the bottle while never taking her eyes off of him.