<hr/>Gilead<br/>Location: Thorn & Talon: 'The Chapel'<br/>Tagging: Vulra, Xinshi, Open<br/>Notes:<hr/><br/>Gilead's glare finally gave way to a grin and a hearty chuckle as Vulra sassed him, finding the mental image of such a smiting irresistibly comical. Before he could take her up on that bet, though, he got his wish, the queen deciding it was time to get on with it. With a smirk, he settled himself to listen to what was to be told.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the paladin was cursed with an exceptionally bad case of selective hearing, which was just as well, as his code of honour would have had a fair bit to say about being complicit in the defamation and assassination of a well respected knight. He'd have been forced to intervene. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. Gilead's conscience was clear.<br/><br/>Soon enough, the conversation moved to a different target. A necromancer of some description. His interest was piqued. Infiltration wasn't exactly his forte, but you'd find few better allies than Gil when it came down to battling hordes of the undead. Xinshi, apparently, had a similar line of thinking, the bard inviting him to combine their strengths, even before Gil had a chance to express his own interest.<br/><br/>"Aye, count me in. Find the bugger for me, an' I'll make 'im dead... Deader..."<br/><br/>Was it still an assassination if the target was already dead? An entertaining thought. Soon, Sassy volunteered to aid them as well. Well, now at least there'd be plenty of time for wagers. A bit of sass went a long way towards livening up a long ride too. He found himself looking forward to it, his earlier anger all but forgotten. It was rare to find anyone willing to go to the trouble of winding him up. He nodded his head to Vulra.<br/><br/>"If yer reckon yer can be of use, I say we're lucky to have yer. Prob'ly. Maybe one more to round out the team, pr'haps?"<br/><br/>Gil glanced around the table for any takers. Given how they'd been drooling earlier, he was confident Vulra's presence would generate plenty of interest. Three wasn't a bad number, but having a partner to watch your back was far better. Well, usually... Depending on the partner...