Waiting where she stood after the two left, Dymiira slowly looked toward the window before she let herself laugh audibly, chuckling darkly at her success.<em>And so you get what you have earned, fair barwench.</em>Dymiira indulged herself of her triumph and removed her gown, moving to her bed with a deep grin.<br/><br/><em>Soon, I will have the tools I need, and then I will take what I have come for.</em>She closed her eyes, her mental eye conjuring up images and paths of actions.<em>And then no one will underestimate my power.</em>Dymiira laughed to herself, eventually finding sleep amidst the pleasures of her hand and the satisfaction of her vanity.