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The Maia was one thing. It was an unexpected risk that had been hinted at weeks ago when Symir had first scouted out the manor in hopes of an easy theft. Hell he had even thought that the other stories that were told to him were just superstitious nonsense and folklore created to keep those at bay from even laying a single hand on it, it had happened before, but what he was not prepared for was when Redmane had hit him across the face, sending his bow to the ground, and spoke of what was supposed to be considered a rather wonderful evening and of old times. Times that when they did occur were nothing of what was described and even more so was the evidence more fit when she spoke of a particular dwarf who had wanted his head.

"I might not be the best son or my fathers favorite but tell me something first." Symir began to rub the side of his jaw and looked up at the woman who he had thought he once knew only to realize the lies he had fed himself when he saw her first enter the port. "When is your blade going to be at my throat, assassin? Pretending to be a long lost love is one thing but it is pretty low to be doing it under the advice of that bastard dwarf." Symir smacked her hand away and stood himself upright as he began to move his jaw about and feel around with his tongue to see if she had knocked any of his teeth loose. "Inikhethadaternock had once razed Jorn' entire city state he had once controlled for all of its riches. From the finest works of arts to even the little things like taking prisoners for his own entertainment nothing was safe from the Lord of Wer'Guawysvern and to top it off I was the one who had infiltrated the stronghold that belonged to the dwarf." Symir stared at Redmane for a bit just to then turn his attention back to the still unconscious lord only to frown a bit. "You pretend to be someone who fell from that tower I broke into and you have gotten far. Do not think I will forgive you so easily assassin."