Mary
Finally, the dark she-elf stirred within the unfamiliar made familiar bed she had shared with Jerala, a stranger turned acquaintance within the span of a day. Faelyth's two eyes opened, though reluctantly as the light of day shone in on her face, causing her skin to lighten and seem a bit more blueish than dark grey. Running one hand up through her messy white hair, Fae used the other to feel around in the massive bed she had made her own, soon realizing the person she had shared it with in more ways than one was already up and gone. It was quite an unusual feeling, as it was usually Faelyth that slipped away before her partners awoke. It felt.. Empty, almost. Though, the realization that Jerala couldn't have gone far given this *Was* Her home and room did wash away that empty feeling quite quickly.

Turning her head to the side, the dark elf noticed that Jerala was in fact still there, but already up and working on- well, whatever it was that the noble had to work on. Raising her brows, Faelyth rolled over onto her stomach and situated herself so that her body was pointing toward the noble woman, her chin now resting on both her hands as her elbows held her up on the mattress. "Not one to sleep in, hm? What time is it anyways?" Before Faelyth had asked such questions, she did take note of the slight grin on Jerala's face, though decided not to poke or prod at such an expression. The dark elf's own was rather sleepy, though with each passing minute she did wake up a bit more.

Realizations did soon wash over Faelyth, however. She now worked for Jerala, she now *Lived* Here for the time being, and at the end of all of this, she very well could be the reason a war begins. With all these thoughts, Faelyth nearly forgot she had stopped breathing in inhaled a gentle gasp of air, the expression on her face changing to barely detectable shock.
Heather
*The moment their eyes met, all trace of Jerala's grin was washed away like footprints in a sand to the tides of night. She regarded Faelyth with a nod as if to acknowledge her presence in the room and watched her as she adjusted herself on the bed, her bed, it was odd seeing someone else in it, like a friend wearing a treasured shirt or her favourite horse beckoning to the call of another, because of that she tended to enjoy her guests in her private quarters but last night was evidently a breakage of that habit.

At the woman's question, Jerala frowned incredulously as if she expected her expression to bring forth the answer from Faelyth's lips and when it was evident that it would not she sighed and leaned back in her chair. "We are at the eighth hour of the day, can you not tell from the way the shadow casts onto the floorboard?" Her mother had drilled that technique into the back of her mind ever since she was a child and she found herself envying those who had been spared such an upbringing but with most things that boiled within the mind of the noble lady they only truly came forth as a form of mild annoyance at the closest person to her.*

"If you're going to be working for me, I expect you to be up quicker than this, I already made you a schedule, it includes a diet and dedicated hours for training so as to keep you fit and healthy, you shall have tutors to teach you certain languages that may be of use to wherever we may be travelling and of course ones to teach you how to act around nobility, I shall not have my guard scratching their nose next to guests, it would be unseemly." *The way she spoke made it seem as if the woman cared not for her opinions and much less her suggestions.*

"You will have several aspects of your wages allocated to you, a wage to keep up appearances, this would be so you can buy attires that let you appear as if you belong, one as a reward for your services, to aid you in espionage, this would be enough to buy weapons, safehouses and information when you so desire. Your account should be ready in the bank by this afternoon, all in all you would have the equivalent of eleven months of a working man's salary already within it." *Her eyes turned a bit more stern now, like a teacher to a student.* "It is a lot of money but it is certainly not to fool around with, I expect an account of how it is spent by the end of each week delivered to my secretary do you understand?"

*A little research and it would not be hard to deduce how the Amiel family were able to craft such a loved reputation despite the inherent megalomania that is inherent between all that had their formative years forged within the household up in their household and it is that all those who are tied to them, whether it be through business, blood, legal matters or history are all treated well by the family and Jerala Amiel was no different, she understood that loyalty was something that was earned and fear could only move a pawn so far before causing it to spiral out of control.*
Mary
Faelyth began to sit up as Jerala began to speak, though the faint smile on her face slowly faded the more the noble did so. Rapid fire did Jerala's words shoot from her mouth, all of which Faelyth barely grasped as they entered her ears. Once full sat up the dark elf realized she was still unclothed. Without much grace or respect for the other individual in the room, Faelyth stood from the bed and began gathering her clothes that had been strewn about the room, all the while taking in all Jerala had to say. "What the hell did I get myself into, hm?" Faelyth spoke to herself, though she didn't try to hide her words from the noble woman. All this talk of appearances, wages, her own room, lessons in language and manners? Perhaps the assassin bit off more than she could chew...

Slowly but surely Faelyth began to dress herself, the leather tunic she words when 'infiltrating' the Amiel manor fitting tightly to her slim form. Buckling the straps over her thighs, waist and chest Faelyth then turned to walk over near Jerala, but rather than addressing her the she-elf began fixing her hair in the noble's mirror. Rolling her eyes, the drow finally turned and seemed as though she were finally paying attention to Jerala. Walking over, Faelyth stood before her new employer with her hands crossed over her chest. All this talk, but not a single mention of their night spent together. It wasn't as if Faelyth felt anything either way, but it was strange nonetheless. The urge to see just how far she could push her new boss was becoming harder and harder to fight however.

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Leaning over the noble woman's shoulder Faelyth eyed the paperwork on the desk, though she wasn't really reading anything upon it, as she simply didn't care. Though as she leaned over Jerala's shoulder, Fae did grow a playful smirk on her face. The amount of money she'd be given was quite a high one, but one perhaps someone such as Faelyth wouldn't be able to resist spending frivolously; *On occasion of course.* "What happens if-.. Let's say I spend my money in a way you wouldn't approve of?" Sliding her hands behind her back, the dark elf tried to put on as innocent as a face as she possible could, though it was more than obvious she was playing around. Nevertheless, the question still stood. What *Would* Happen if Faelyth did something wrong under Jerala's thumb?