"<span style="color: Orange">Kill me then... I'm worth more dead then alive.. That's what you want right? More riches then any man could dream of, worth killing for..."</span><br/><br/>Her tone was sad. She must think that this was her end. The situation sure screamed it would be. Knive to the throat, assassin on your back, fatigue overcoming the senses. A smile blossomed on Magrev's lips. It sure felt different to be the bearer of good news instead of the grim reaper. He held on as L'odu slowly fell to the ground, her power waning as her strength left her. The scent of her started to fill his nose. He hadn't noticed before how beautiful this troll was. Maybe it was the proximity. His grip softened from the vice it once was to the force of a hug, soft, but firm. He whispered in her ear with a warm tone, one that was very uncharacteristic of the cold killer.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I am not killing you. Quite the opposite, in fact.</span>"<br/><br/>His smile stayed as a small chuckle escape his lips. Not an evil one either, one that almost sounded relieved.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>