Fallar's second statement was as quiet as the first, pitched only loud enough for Amron to hear him. "I am not second-guessing you, Amron. I do not doubt that she will follow through with this stage's particulars and will protect her people, and Mecham's people. But if I were in the little lady's position, I would not hesitate to take the opportunity to exact my own vengeance, provided that it put nobody else in danger." Fallar watched Lhurriel as he said this - she stared back unfazed. Amery had traded tales with him often enough that he could guess how deeply the two had been involved. Amery had always made light of their bond, insisting that it was purely a physical relationship, and it would be a waste to let Lhurriel find some other man. The former assassin was better than most of his fellow Rogues at reading people - he knew their connection went deeper than lust.<br/><br/>The only reason Lhurriel happened to catch the exchange was a chance look in their direction; her sharp hearing did the rest. The other Rogues, used to quiet exchanges between Amron and Fallar, were immersed enough in their discussion and plans not to hear most of it. However, when Amron posed that question out loud, the entire room went silent.<br/><br/>Lhurriel tried not to reveal her own emotions on the subject when every eye in the room turned to her. Amron was right - her dedication to her responsibilities was no new thing, and now that she was responsible for her own people and was one of the Thirteen, she would do nothing to jeopardize the lives of her own people, nor others she would be working with. However, Fallar's perception of the way she would react was scarily accurate. "If you and your other Rogues feel the need, I can but obey your command, Lord of Thieves," she murmured quietly, her voice neutral.