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"Change who I am?" Horik spat at Otis, her temper beginning to rise. "What the hell do you know about me, Otis? We haven't known each other for that long and in this span of time, this is most likely the most we've actually talked. Don't assume my motivations."

Horik turned to Chorvic, "Tonight? Since he told you the info you wanted, can you still arrange that transport for me?"

~*~

"Y-yeah, I'm uh, not used to beautiful people coming up to me like this," Yokt admitted with a small nervous chuckle. "Makes me more terrible at my mission than I already am.. but uh, I uh, have a good mentor! She pulls a lot of strings for me all the time. She has a big heart."

Yokt seemed to gain a bit of confidence at the thought of her mentor. She gave a broad smile to each divine on her arms and straightened her back a little.

"In fact she's the one who got me the invitation here, and," Yokt paused dramatically as she motioned her head to the upstairs. "To him."

"An invitation already? Then what do you need us for, if not for yourself?" Talideth asked as the trio began upstairs.

"Invitation or not, I don't feel he's going to be as welcoming to me as I would like," Yokt said with a small helpless smile. "I want to see if he'll give a small donation to my cause at the very least. At most, maybe I can convince him to hear my message and maybe clean up his ways."

"Seems like a rather poor idea to bring us along, rather contradictory," Talideth pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"Like I said, not the best at my job," Yokt laughed. "But my mentor has provided so much for me that giving it my best effort isn't a bad idea, don't you think?"