Corr only gave a lazy blink at the warning, not believing anyone could get such a firm grip on them as that. After all, if things got too difficult, it was easy to get out and away.<br/><br/>Once her twin was dressed, she lifted the curtain and walked out first, the pain making her feel increasingly aggressive – especially with her sister’s quiet submission. It would have seemed like a small concession to outsiders, but in their world submission was weakness and weakness was dominated, even between themselves. Their changes of mind seemed mercurial and random, but they were acutely attuned to each other. Any mistakes, any time they were both trying for the same position had resulted in vicious and almost lethal struggles. The winner was always Ruhk.<br/><br/>They passed the woman and her squalling half-breed, then slowed when they left the sleeping rooms, making their way through the corridors in the approximate direction that Madragail had headed. They hadn’t seen him, but they could smell his strange cleanliness, the unique mix of oils and unguents he had used. They had lost the trail after the seconded turning, but by trial-and-error, they found him in a room with a woman.<br/><br/>It didn’t pass though her mind that they were being rude, or the woman wasn’t someone to talk of their proposition around. “Priest-man, we offer to make your budget problem less threatening, but we need our own room to do so. We cannot sleep in that place.” She said ‘budget’ like it was two words and a concept she barely grasped – though she understood money would help.<br/>