Chess knew she was dead; she wasn't the first woman whose neck she'd snapped by far.  Didn't even struggle much, or respond at all... Chess had gotten quite good at killing, and most of the time it didn't faze her... but this was different than most.  Even Vendieer could see that she was bothered... and Chess may not have been as talented a liar as the assassin had been even without the spell, but she was quite a good one at hiding her emotions and everything.  Must be the damn spell... but again, perhaps her showing some remorse was a good thing for her...<br/><br/>"You do that Venieer..." she stated, though her words were a bit curt, she didn't mean them so, simply didn't feel like being her usual diplomatically inclined self "I'm... going to go to my room.  Have some one bring me my dinner later, and a pitcher of ale with it.  When Demi gets back, tell her to come to me.  I'm going to rest; I'll need my energy for tomorrow, when I work at the Sharessan temple once more.  Handle the body as you see fit, search her personal affects and bring what you find to my room, identifying magical items as necessary, but aside from the meal do not disturb me, please..."<br/><br/>With that, Chess would pick up her clothing and equipment, as well as the dagger and the 'toy' to analyze herself, and would head off to her room.  She would put her equipment where it needs to go, and would climb into bed.  There she would rest until she was brought the personal affects of the assassin, brought her meal, and then when Demi arrived... but until morning Chess was not planning on leaving, barring an emergency of course.