<div class="floatright">(https://dncache-mauganscorp.netdna-ssl.com/thumbseg/1825/1825578-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The silence on the way back was merely a way for her to think on the variables.  So much had happened in such a short amount of time in this city.  Many angles had presented themselves for play.  Alliances were there to be made or broken, throats to slit and money to change hands.  Silk often saw her mind, her genius as she sometimes referred, as her greatest gift.  For now she saw that gift as a curse while her mind toyed with all the possibilities and began to slip into a paralysis.  Many risks were there to be played.  This silent thought process continued even as they entered their hideout.<br/><br/>While others settled into their place, she continued her movement.  Around her body the silken robe swayed.  Glimpses of her lithe figure beneath were caught by candle light.  At her wide hips was worn the claw, metallic blades that few had seen her use but she carried with an air of knowledge.  Silk continued to pace and turn, eyes staring into the space before her with each turn.  Then suddenly she stopped and turned toward Ogre.<br/><br/>“We have no choice but to play them both.  To take the money for ourselves and lay our trap for him.  He has no intention of making us partners in his little empire.  Odds are he is as likely to take the money for himself and offer us up as a peace treaty to the Sashes.  No, best to gain from both sides.”<br/>