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"Hold, I said," Aethyra spun to face the man again, furrowing her brow, "You killed the guards. You escaped the prison. That is...amazing." She felt truly awed by his skill; the kills were clean, simple, and quiet. Jealousy almost crawled across her face, but she blinked, and sent it away. He was skilled, but had surely been locked away for a reason. Trying to ignore his comment about her "pretty face", and the strange tilt of her stomach when she looked at him, she pressed on.

"You are not entitled to me in any way. You more than likely despise me, for no other reason than because I am woman and I have seen you. And you have no reason to accept my request. But I ask of you," taking a shuddering breath, she stared at him harshly, raising her chin high to give an air of bravado, "accompany me deeper into the dungeons, there is something I wish to check. If you accept, I shall reward you handsomely, and shall not tell the Lord about your escape." Closing her eyes, she hissed out air before speaking one last word, "Please."