<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ptDFgXk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kayla<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Freya Black<br/><hr/><br/>Kayla let the tankard fly by without reaction. It wasn't clear whether she had been too slow to notice it or simply knew that it wouldn't have hit her. Regardless, she looked straight back into the woman's eyes. TO meet her challenge, certainly, but also because she didn't dare look anywhere else. Already, just from her closeness, she could feel her armour start to wake, its many tendrils rubbing gently, temptingly against her naked skin. It would, she knew, become much worse if she let it.<br/><br/>"I was given special dispensation," Kayla answered. "I don't know the details, but I was assured that, if I succeed, there will be true change. Perhaps not enough to wipe it completely, true, but much more than would usually be expected. They want, it seems, to get a bunch of, in their words 'do-gooders that would never set foot in this place otherwise'. Probably to try to corrupt them to their side. A bait to a trap, to be sure, but a good bait and the trap may yet prove not to be as great as they hope." She shrugged. "But... no, I have little else to give you. Honour, perhaps. Glory. The pride of doing the right thing. Simple things. Nothing like coin or... whatever else you might have in mind."