It was harder, much harder, to keep track of where she was without the help of her eyesight. A... right? Or were they making a wide loop... Or had they gone left? When she tripped slightly over her feet, she lost track completely; Amron caught her and gently guided her along to his destination.<br/><br/>She listened, carefully, once they seemed to be inside the room he had intended - scrapes of chairs, several murmurs of surprise. He whispered a reassurance, and left her side; she could hear his soft footsteps, the distinctive thieves' tread. And then she heard his voice again - and froze.<em>Offering for the Thirteen?</em><br/><br/>Lhurriel heard the low comments, too low for her to catch, but she could well imagine what the remaining Rogues must be thinking and saying. Oh, he had outsmarted her, well and truly - she'd had not a clue at all. And he did not have the mark of the Rogues on his body - Amery had told her, before, and shown her his, tattooed behind his left shoulder. No two Rogues had their marks in the same place, though all had the same image on their bodies. Nowhere easily seen, of course, but if Amron had been a Rogue, he would have had one. Even in her pleasure, she would have seen it.<br/><br/>She was almost sure of it, now. He had to be the Lord of Thieves himself.<br/><br/>As she continued to listen, the one fist behind her back clenched tightly. Her rational side - the one that had insisted she not trust a complete stranger that she did not recognize, without first doing some reconnaissance - mockingly congratulated him. Oh, this was so very delightful - Amery, had he still been living, would have laughed himself sick to see this. She did not want this job, had not wanted it even when jokingly offered. But she cared for her own, and Amron knew it - if she became a Rogue, she would be certain to do those of the Fountain District as well as her predecessor. Presented with the choice now, she could not refuse.<br/><br/>"I will accept what is offered," she said stonily. "I will keep those secrets entrusted to the Thirteen Rogues, who serve the Lord of Thieves, and carry out the Code that is spoken between our kind. If I should speak of anything within these walls outside of them, or betray them to any but those here, I will forfeit my life to my brother Rogues."<br/><br/>She'd heard his voice, and located him, before she'd begun speaking. As soon as she had finished reciting that brief, binding vow, the blindfold was yanked down, while she reached for Amron, faster than any of the others could react. She grabbed his wrist and pulled, then slugged the Lord of Thieves in the face, eyes burning with anger. "For lying to me, and putting me in a position where I could not refuse," she hissed, her voice too low for any but they to hear.<br/><br/>Lhurriel wanted to rip off the blindfold, as well, but she managed to keep her temper in check as she stared down the other twelve Rogues, among whom she now numbered one. "When will my Rogue's mark be given to me?" She asked calmly. To the others, she still looked a right fury, but much more calmer, now that she had exacted some small measure of retribution from their leader. A few of the Rogues hid amused smiles at her reaction, now more certain of their choice. Others looked slightly surprised, still reserving judgement; a very few looked impassive and emotionless - likely, the ones who had been against her.<br/><br/>There would be time enough to worry about that, later.