<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56331.msg2595514#msg2595514">Quote from: Tagan on 01-01-2010, 04:24:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Consider what it takes for me to trust anyone this much.  I consider this act of yours the act of a friend... and I won't soon forget it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The Drow's silver eyes flicker, downcast in her keen iron face, then rise to meet the half-elf's brown eyes, to study her elegant features.  "Of course... I help my friends."  Rapidly masking her emotions, she gestures to the scrollcase, nodding in endorsement. "Very handy... as always, you read the future in your efficiency."  She smiles, the gesture faint and casual before she returns to the matter at hand.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56331.msg2595514#msg2595514">Quote from: Tagan on 01-01-2010, 04:24:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Actually, I've been thinking about it.  She'd gone out that afternoon, and when she returned, she didn't speak long to anyone, just stayed in the Lobby, as if waiting for someone.  At the time I thought something might be on her mind, but I don't generally pry, unless I think it's company business."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Walking still, she nods, studies the rugs, walls, the faces of anyone they might happen nearby, but expects little there-- not yet.  "Best to start in her room after one first step... but very soon.  If possible, we must learn her destination that afternoon.  If she was intercepted somewhere, she may be captive, or dead... an assassin in her place."  She shrugs subtly.  "The dead man first, of course.  He may have some insight."  Ithi'Ka stretches her neck as she walks... how sad to think that she, too, would die someday in this country, where death is mere impediment to the industrial progress the state could exert on one's body and soul.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56331.msg2595514#msg2595514">Quote from: Tagan on 01-01-2010, 04:24:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"His name was Liutenant Rothe Fairchilde." (Ithi'ka has heard the name, but he works for Saithe as a paperpusher (company clerk), so they don't run in the same circle.  Nightshade does not recognize Saithe's name, but instantly recognizes the description.) "That's her!  Zombie arm woman with no manners?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Ithi'Ka contains her smile... strange, that a woman of that caliber of authority couldn't keep a paper-pusher from venting his sexual aggressions to her image.  And what a freakish combination... of course, Ithi'Ka had considered the Major's authority to be something of a stimulus herself, despite the revulsion-- or, perhaps, because of the revulsion she felt...<br/><br/>She pushes the thoughts away.  "The body, we summon him now."  She exhales sharply, steadying herself.  "We can afford to overlook nothing."