Rozilyn was utterly overwhelmed, all of this chaos starting to catch up to her, and too soon for comfort. As the mercenary approached her, she squinted her eyes and was ready to accept her fate. Death. But they blinked open in surprise when she felt his breath on her ear, and the three chances she had at survival. Guess the client...who could it be?<br/><br/>As the knife blade cut into her neck she bit her lip, holding in her whimpers of pain. She was about to speak, to give an answer, when out of the onlooking crowd came Overlord Conan.<br/><br/>Rozilyn winced as he hit the mercenary from the back, and as he spoke she wondered if he was saving her. Could he have maybe a bit of sympathy? Compassion? Those thoughts quickly reformed when he smiled, showing his teeth in that bone-chilling way. Nope. Not compassionate. She gulped and decided to speak, still terrified. Her eyes darted between the soldier, mercenary, and her overlord, not knowing which one she should address. "I..um..I can just tell you right here, c-can't I?" She had no desire to go to his home, for she didn't know what awaited her there. "My lord..if you just give me enough time, I can tell you all I know and I promise I'll tell everything." She avoided looking into his eyes, letting her hair mask her face slightly.<br/><br/>A shiver went through her body as she could feel the eyes of her comrades from the shadows, watching. Pledging her alleigance to the enemy. They sure had a story to tell to the boss know. Rozilyn couldn'y help but feel as if she had betrayed all those who were closest to her. however, the Boss did say that at the end of the day, everyone is just fighting to stay alive. She was only doing what she had to. Right?