<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/ec4fe494-1373-4256-a04f-15a6fecba6a6_zps7kffywdz.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Namira<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House of Gamarius the Scribe in Venna<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lodi<br/><hr/><br/>Namira pressed both hands to her opened mouth and silently screamed behind them as the black clad Assassn thrust his sword straight through her Master's neck, the bloody and bile coated blade breaking through the back of his neck. Gamarius had shoved her out of the way, just in case this was a man bent on murdering the entire household, a desire, if wished, could still be carried out. Namira dropped to her knees, her face caught up in terror as Gamarius' body went through the death throws, the Assassin clearly strong as he bodily hefted the Scribe up off the floor, his sandaled feet twitching before death overtook him.<br/><br/>The Kajira made a move to bolt towards the door, but the Black Caste Member thrust his blade in her direction, hanging the threat over her head that if she desired to do something so foolish he would be forced to make the consequence severe. The Red Silk froze, nothing on her making a sound other than the tiny gold bells around her ankles, her wide amber filled eyes taking him in with great fear just as he unceremoniously dropped Gamarius' body to the ground.<br/><br/>Without a word, or another threat, Namira rushed towards her Master's lifeless body, a tear running down her cheek in not only his death but in the uncertainty of her future. The Scribe had been kind to her, and she had loved him in her own way, but he was gone, and so was the life that she was so accustomed too. Turning her wet eyes towards the Assassin, she huffed with anger towards him. "You murdered him. You murdered my Master."<br/><br/>Just then, the door to the chambers were slammed into as guards in the household must have been alerted by something and were now engaging themselves in breaking down the barred entrance. Namira, being ever shrewd and a quick thinker, released Gamarius' body and raced over to the Assassin, falling before him and raising her crossed wrists before him in offering.<br/><br/>"Kill me, Master Killer, or take me with you, for if I stay I am doomed towards the auction block!" She knew a slave of a murdered Master was a bad omen to most, and her best bet would be to be sold to a local tavern, or be the chamber slave of another. She was the First Girl in this palace, the most beautiful, the most treasured, the most respected, her back hardly touched by the whip and her fingers hardly calloused from hard labor. She feared the uncertainty the block offered and thus begged for her only way out.<br/><br/>But now the seconds were ticking by as the men outside hacked the door to pieces with blades, increasing the attention from the rest of the household as it slowly woke up from the commotion.<br/><br/>Namira sweetened the offer by bowing her head towards him, her arms remaining raised up, and spreading her knees with her back arched for him to see a tantalizing glimpse of her feminine heat, enticing him with the delicacy of her beauty and nectar. "Allow this girl to please you, Master. Take me with you..."