(From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98329.msg4955523#msg4955523))<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He hadn’t paused in the hallway, even though there was Rubiee dealing with a new client. He’d just glanced over the scene and decided it was something the accountant could handle, then escaped without being seen.<br/><br/>Being outside didn’t help. Hearing both Zara’s and Fiona’s voices drifting over from the Gazebo didn’t help. He should go find Master Ryan. Tell him. Take what was due to him without flinching... but he couldn’t bare it. He couldn’t. He was afraid.<br/><br/>He put the cigarette between his lips and struck a match, and for the first time in months drew in a deep lungful of Dragon’s Breath. It wasn’t pure Dragon, barely any, rolled with tobacco. The knot of terror relaxed a little, not much. Just enough so he knew he’d sell his skin for something purer.<br/>