Klain looked at Astiria for a moment before he shook his head and laughed.<span style="color: sienna">"dear I think these stories are best told when we are having drinks, I just imagined you three sixes bigger and my trowsers are uncomfortable..."</span>he looked at the guards and pulled her closer.<span style="color: sienna"> "fuck em if they cant take a practical joke, just don't do anything they can actually arrest you for ok?"<br/>
</span><br/><br/>without even turning Dra'tha thew three daggers at the goddess, each one nailing her in a vital organ and she snapped around obviously expecting to greet a corpse falling but blinked at her, no sign of where the daggers had come from evident.<span style="color: darkslategray">"who are you?"</span>she snorted quietly and shook her head.<span style="color: darkslategray">"when you sneak into a spy and assassin's hidden room and greet her by name did you expect anything less?"</span>she shook her head slightly and sat down on her bed and sighed softly.<span style="color: darkslategray"> "goddess of assassins and justice... my apologies for the daggers, hello. and I keep a lot more weapons hidden around this room then I leave on display."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>