Rozilyn slowly blinked her eyes open to see that she was in a room. She had expected to wake in a cell, probably chained to a wall, or tied to a chair. She had prepared herself for an interrogation, the dictator using his own instruments to get answers out of her. To put it bluntly, she had prepared for the worst.<br/><br/>But as she groaned in pain and put her normal hand to her aching forehead she took a moment to look around. No, this was no cell. No chains. No instruments. And no...dictator?<br/><br/>The girl blinked, her eyes widening as she spotted him. The mercenary. What happened? How had she gotten here? And how long had it been? In her confusion, she did and said nothing as he placed the nullifier on her arm, making her claws useless. It didn't give her much time to gather her senses, as he flooded her with questions. well, more threats than questions.<br/><br/>The fear only stayed on her face for a brief moment, her mind starting to work again. Poison, huh? Rubbing at her neck, she turned up her hearing, squinting her eyes slightly. She was able to smile, pleased with herself.<br/><br/>"I know there is no poison. You heart-beat," Rozilyn placed a hand on her chest for more effect, "It quickened just a little bit just now. Clever, but you're not the only one with tricks." Sure she was scared, but she had to act as if she wasn't.<br/><br/>The girl chuckled. "You think I have money? Unlike you, I'm flat broke just like the rest of the people in this forsaken country. I don't go around getting money for murdering people. and the Boss doesn't pay, only gives orders. like he says: You can't put a price on freedom."<br/><br/>She sighs, closing her eyes. "My name is Rozilyn. Rozilyn Archer. Spy for the Freedom Fighters. Kill me now, I'm a disgrace for failing anyways..I suppose it's better than what I would get at Overlord Conan's castle. Just please...make it quick."<br/><br/>the first lesson she learned was being able to accept death. Survival was all you could strive for in Arun. If you can't, then you had to be able to live with it. At least that's what she was always told.