<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Elise_zpswenyy9ux.jpg)</div><br/>If one had to come up with a list of places in Doskvol that Elise Madarine was<em>least</em>likely to visit, the headquarters of the Lampblacks would be nearly at the top, somewhere above prison, but below the bottom of the ocean. As it was, the green-haired catgirl, usually calm and collected and certainly talkative was silent and fidgety, doing her best to put as many of her comrades between her and Baszo Baz and his crewmates as physically possible. Of course there was good reason for this - a while back she had been engaging the good man in an honest game of cards, quite<em>successfully</em>at that, when an Ace appeared in less than its generally fortuitous manner - seeing that it came out of her sleeve. Which of course led to his generous offer that should she ever cross his path again, he would relieve her of the need for sleeves - namely by removing her arms from her sockets.<br/><br/>So, one might imagine that Elise had no interest whatsoever in coming within a one hundred foot radius of the man.<br/><br/>But the crew had been<em>invited</em>, and she was part of the crew. And even though she had argued that her honeyed tongue would not work quite so sweetly with Baz,<em>especially</em>with Baz, it was a case of all for one and one for all and all that. So here she was, cowering in the corner, hoping for once that in this conversation, her presence would be quite ignored.