Snippet #2394782

Time: Nightfall
Town: Appleridge
Country: Cyrodiil

Dar'ja thought about it for a moment then nodded. "I can disguise myself as a Kahjiit concubine...since everyone thinks I was one anyway, and I can bring him his food." She'd chuckle, "You would do well as a Silencer." Though she'd shrug and look to Lucien, "Is this method pleasing Sithis?" Lucian who was surveying the room landed his grey eyes on Blade and Dar'ja.

A wickid smile crosses his face as he pulls a poisoned apple from his Brotherhood gear. "The Dread Father is pleased Sister." He'd stop and stare specificly at Blade. "Seems the Dread Father has a plan for you as well Argonian." With those words he handed the Apple to Dar'ja and dissapated, though he wasn't gone, for Dar'ja could hear him speaking of his death.

Shaking her head she looked at Blade once more. "I am eager to get to Skyrim... let us get this contract over with." With those words she'd start looking in a chest for a concubine outfit. Finally pulling out the garment she'd sneer. How the femal Mar degraded themself. Shaking her head she'd look at Blade, "I'll be back, try and peek... and I'll slit your throat."

She snarled as she went to the next room and shed her brotherhood armor. Getting in the outfit she growled. She let her hair loose from its ponytail, it draped in waves around her shoulders. Walking out of the room, she didn't say anything to Blade, but rummaged around the chests once more before finding a white cloak.

Fastening it around her she looked at Blade, her green eyes daring him to say something. "Let us get this over with." She walked outside, missing Lucian's bones within an inch. Putting her bag on Nightmare she'd give a wavering smile. "How do I look Nightmare?" She'd ask not really expecting an answer.

She heard Lucian's voice behind her. "A beautiful assassin Sister." His hand went on her shoulder as he reappeared. "The Brotherhood is lucky to have such a dedicated sister.... A sister who loves the Dread Father and the Night Mother. The Brotherhood is blessed to have you Dar'ja....I know not of any assassin who would do this for Sithis himself."

Dar'ja gave a pleased purr before jumping on Nightmare. She'd look at Blade. "Let us be off."