<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Hugin.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">ISOKE FOXFYR</span></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Class:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Hexcrafter (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13652)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location:</strong>The Slaughtered Prince (main room)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group, Tari</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Isoke sputtered his drink at Tari’s defiant words, having narrowly managed to avoid dribbling any on himself.  “Egads woman, are you really so bold in a meeting place our ‘benefactor’ had set up?!” The man looked around nervously for any assassins that were haphazardly hidden behind the curtains or something, even though he strongly suspected Finn wouldn’t be so messy.  “I give it a hundred-to-one odds that he is scrying us even now and you have probably just shown him your hand.  Not that I suspect it was as good as you thought it to be; this isn’t some pompous noble we are serving, this is a shadowman. Somebody who only seems to exist in name only since it always seems to be something along the lines of ‘a guy who knows a guy who fucked the wife of some stranger who might have done the taxes for a dude who caught a glimpse of a mysterious figure who could have been Mr. Finn.’  With all due respect, it is for that reason I question the legitimacy of the identity of the man you killed.  Even if that guy truly was related to Mr. Finn, which I find entirely unlikely for a number of reasons, then you are being shown a mercy and a chance to balance the scales because you were defending yourself.  This is him being nice.”<br/><br/>Isoke forced himself to steady, draw in a slow breath, and steadily exhale to subdue the flash of anxiety that had provoked his oration.  Tari was making him nervous, thankful that she at least had the consideration to work to get their debt paid off and hoped that if she did try to go after Mr. Finn, that she would do so in her own time and far enough away from him so the consequences of doing so didn’t splatter over to him.  “As for what I’m going to do:  I’m going to go back to living my life and try to forget this ever happened.”  He looked down to his mug half-full of mead and found he had lost his taste for drink.