Sethi (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=408765)<br/>Sethi saunters along behind Chloe as they enter the halls, her gray eyes darting a bit at the familiar echo of footfalls on stone, but she manages to quell the tinges of panic and remind herself that she was free.  Free<em>conditionally</em>, of course, but free nonetheless.<br/>Freedom has its price, but aside from the occasional desperation to hear a human voice, she'd readjusted to the 'outside' very quicky.  But she still couldn't understand how she'd made it from a stone cell, a piss-pot, a straw mattress and a single barred window to these halls-- in Silver Rose, she was an utter misfit, and couldn't understand who had chosen a societal delinquent like herself, stuck a sword in her hand, and placed her in the intimate company of a Silver Rose to protect her on dangerous missions.<br/>Lucky for her, though... the glass-making lady she was paired with was... well... a lady.  A lovely one at that.  More svelt and frail than Sethi, but elegant in her manners and speech, like one of those glass things she adored so...<br/>Sethi's hand rested at the hilt of her rapier as she shadowed her partner through the corridor, and she scanned the papers on the board over Chloe's shoulder.  She strains at the dark-haired woman, screwing up her eyes in confusion.  "I... guess so?"  She frowns and shifts her hip.  "I nevah had to<i>guard</i>someone before, ya know?  I ah," she shrugs, clears her throat, "have a bit more experience with the, ah,<i>recovery</i>type job.  But more opportunistic, confidentially speaking... catch my drift?"<br/>