!em3oEn8LAg 11/05/10(Fri)23:24 No.12695198|
"I like to think it was a combination of bumping shoulders with people and contacting someone at the same time. Luckily, it also led me to you."
"Lucky you indeed," Elegy says. "If it wasn't for me you would've been dead on that balcony. I caught sight of that amateur lurking near the peak of the roof, and I hid near the wall, just over the railing."
"You mean you were just hanging from the balcony that whole time?"
She shrugs cockily.
"You do what the job requires."
"We have so much to talk about! Where you were, how you became a hushblade, what happened with Fulgrim, where I've been..."
"My story isn't nearly as exciting as it seems at first," she says, finishing the cigarette and setting the remainder on the edge of a table. "I was indentured as a servant in a noble's house. Lord Greer. It was no better or worse than the Academy, until I really started talking to his consort. As it turns out," she leans forward, lighting another cigarette and pointing at you with the burning tip for occasional emphasis, "she was actually his personal Hushblade. And his consort too, I suppose. But she's the one that really started teaching me. Giving me tips, telling me how to observe a whole room without moving my eyes," a pause, an exhalation of smoke. "Eventually an assassin...got past her, and came for Greer. I was serving him dinner at the time, and I just," she waved her hand across her throat, a thin snake of smoke trailing across her face, "...I just did what came naturally. After that Greer adopted me as his personal ward, having no children of his own. When he died, I started getting closer to Poulstet; his parties are a sort of neutral staging ground, the man doesn't get too deep into the backstabbing himself, but it's an excellent place to look for clients, and the food is remarkable."
"What about you? You said you were framed for Fulgrim's murder, but if that's not the truth you can tell me. It's not like I'd blame you for snuffing out that old raven."