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Red managed a chortled laugh at Brizriia's remark, though it held a sobering note to her regardless. Mulling the situation over in her head, she found herself faced with an unfortunate dilemma. Revealing who she was would likely result in the sociopathic drow simply killing her once more. After all, she had done so once already. What was to change it this time?

What kept her intact right now was Brizriia's intrigue and curiosity towards her, and that wasn't likely to last for long. No, she needed something more substantial to buy time to escape her predicament. Brizriia didn't seem the sort to settle for losing, and a blatant challenge could well buy her a good deal of time. That is, as much time as she could endure at the drow's hands. Of course, she could be misjudging the drow, and provoking her would simply result in a messy demise, again. Fortunately, Red was a gambling soul.

As her laughter died off into a dull sputtering wheeze, Red's reply came. “You can call me whatever you like, but the day I call you that will never grace your presence.”