"I could not have been your competition to become one of the Thirteen, especially if you were already the Lord of Thieves," she said in a low voice. "It was the only untruth you told - and the others, lying by omission. You knew I did not want to be in this position."<br/><br/>But Lhurriel did sit at the empty seat at the table without any more protest, trying to ignore the measuring looks from some of the other Rogues. She swallowed her bitterness - maybe she hadn't wanted to be here, had never wanted this job of leadership, and had been most content serving in the shadows... but she was here now, and she had accepted the position... and she couldn't very well back down from it.<br/><br/>Her glance strayed to the door at the side of the room, and she nodded, indicating that she would go in later. "But I would know one thing first," she finally said, reluctantly. Lhurriel's lips twisted - she did not like that some of the men in that room believed that she had slept her way into this position, and she near hated the thought that Amron had decided to do the deed before he revealed his not-so-little secret. She also did not want to reveal the nature of her relationship with him, though even that might not make much difference.<br/><br/>"One week ago, Amery did not return to the Tilted Crescent as he had planned. He-" Lhurriel paused then, and focused her eyes solidly on the center of the table. "He had promised us - Raymond and I - a surprise upon his return. And... an outing with me," she murmured. It had been supposed to be a birthday surprise, really - Raymond had let it slip. "When he didn't come back... we'd word that he'd been killed, but no explanation. I would know what it was that killed him - or who."