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Isra mirrored his move and resheathed her own dagger after another long glance at it. Raj would likely be very disappointed in her for all of this. Sure, she had saved Azrael's life, but she was also about to lead an assassin into another palace to rob another king. Chances were, of course, the bastard wouldn't even miss whatever they were able to carry, but it was the principle of the idea. He would likely be even more disappointed with the idea that she hadn't even used the skills he taught her when it mattered most...but then again, perhaps it was a good thing. She certainly wouldn't have been able to take on the rest of the guild...
She laughed quietly at his words and shook her head slightly. "I can assure you I won't. My...instructor taught me much better than that," she mused thoughtfully before glancing back down the road. Her gaze was quickly diverted down at herself at his words and she nodded in understanding. "That...would probably be a good idea," she sighed, knowing that the delicate slippers upon her feet wouldn't do much more than fall apart with a lot of walking. She glanced down at the number of various gold and silver bangles on her arms and shook them faintly. "These as well, I would imagine? Perhaps they could be a sort of advanced payment for you?" she smiled crookedly before falling into step with him once more.
Before he could stop himself, Azrael's mind hand wandered to an image of Isra traveling amongst the guild, laughing and singing right along with them. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't all that difficult to imagine. It almost made him laugh. However he was not oblivious to the flicker of grief on Mari's face. It seemed the group was closer than he might have originally thought. He smirked a bit at her words. "She certainly is...a piece of work for a princess." Honestly, with the trouble she had put him through, she might as well have been the younger sister he never had...or particularly wanted.
He was yanked from these mildly amusing thoughts by the woman's sudden movement with the necklace. The group around them had obviously been riled up by her offer, but it was more her challenge that made him smirk. What was that saying? If you can't beat them, join them? That was about the point he was at. While he might not have known where the compound was, he certainly wasn't going to be the last one to arrive! He adjusted his position on the horse and with a click of his tongue and spur of his heel, coerced the mare into a gallop alongside the other men. Isra was certainly a hell of a rider, and if he had any hopes of keeping up with her, he had been forced to become very good, very quickly. He weaved the horse through the crowd, quickly catching up to Mari's horse. "Keeping up shouldn't be the problem!" he called back once he was close enough.
She laughed quietly at his words and shook her head slightly. "I can assure you I won't. My...instructor taught me much better than that," she mused thoughtfully before glancing back down the road. Her gaze was quickly diverted down at herself at his words and she nodded in understanding. "That...would probably be a good idea," she sighed, knowing that the delicate slippers upon her feet wouldn't do much more than fall apart with a lot of walking. She glanced down at the number of various gold and silver bangles on her arms and shook them faintly. "These as well, I would imagine? Perhaps they could be a sort of advanced payment for you?" she smiled crookedly before falling into step with him once more.
Before he could stop himself, Azrael's mind hand wandered to an image of Isra traveling amongst the guild, laughing and singing right along with them. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't all that difficult to imagine. It almost made him laugh. However he was not oblivious to the flicker of grief on Mari's face. It seemed the group was closer than he might have originally thought. He smirked a bit at her words. "She certainly is...a piece of work for a princess." Honestly, with the trouble she had put him through, she might as well have been the younger sister he never had...or particularly wanted.
He was yanked from these mildly amusing thoughts by the woman's sudden movement with the necklace. The group around them had obviously been riled up by her offer, but it was more her challenge that made him smirk. What was that saying? If you can't beat them, join them? That was about the point he was at. While he might not have known where the compound was, he certainly wasn't going to be the last one to arrive! He adjusted his position on the horse and with a click of his tongue and spur of his heel, coerced the mare into a gallop alongside the other men. Isra was certainly a hell of a rider, and if he had any hopes of keeping up with her, he had been forced to become very good, very quickly. He weaved the horse through the crowd, quickly catching up to Mari's horse. "Keeping up shouldn't be the problem!" he called back once he was close enough.