<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Iolanda.jpg)</div><strong>Iolanda Tailor<br/>"Precious"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Drama 1</div></div><br/>The girl in the golden mask studied the trembling man gravely for several moments. Then she nodded, almost imperceptibly, and made the dagger disappear between the folds of her skirt, where she sheathed it against her thigh.<br/><br/>“Very well, then.”  She pressed a small but heavy velvet purse into his hand.   “Take that and your surviving companions to Sesha the midwife, on the south-western edge of the courtesan’s quarter.  She will clean and stitch their wounds.  If I discover you have taken the money for your own and left those I showed mercy to to die, I will know. I will track you.  I will find you.  As you are begging Theus for death, you will wish I'd handed you over to Leon. Do you understand?”<br/><br/>She jerked her knife out of the wall and his sleeve, then turned away and strode calmly around the alley, retrieving her weapons, cleaning them, and replacing them in the hidden sheathes sewn into her corset and the sleeves of her gown.<br/><br/>When she was done, she turned to her twin.  “Lord Leon, I must thank you for an exciting evening.  Perhaps we should return to the hospitality of this tavern our enemies own and see if we can persuade a few of the fool's within to be more honest within us?”