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Previously the stronghold of the Pirate Lords, Almund is a thriving township with a dark side. With houses made from the wooden bodies of decommissioned ships, there are many opportunities here, coupled with many dangers. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap!

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Postby Max » Sun Dec 17, 2017 9:14 pm

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Arc 717


It had been an exhausting play and she'd been the most unwilling of actresses. Her last ploy at doing right and fitting into the woven threads of society had literally gone up in flames. Screaming, murdering flames that were commanded by her one night stand, Mercy. Gods did she really know how to pick them. As firmly against his actions as she was, Maxine could claim no innocence. Mercy had set killer wheels in motion but she had ultimately chosen which side to take. While he was roasting men alive in their armor, the Rusalka was using Chrien's gift to violently drown those that tried to escape the slaughter. The moment she helped him clean up the evidence of their betrayal, fate was sealed. Max was Mercy's accomplice.

When their work was through, the pair had made a mad-dash back toward Scalvoris. They looked quite convincing with Edmond's dead body slung on the back of Mercy's horse, Max trailing behind with the side of her head coated and scalp matted with dried blood. Dana nearly keeled over when he saw the pair ride up upon The Kennel. The Kennel Master had immediately shouted for Gibney, who came running at the tone of his partner's voice.

The pair of masquerading murderers had their roles cut out for them. Max, for one, merely played off her own reality. The horrors to which she'd been complicit had jarred her, as loose as her morals already were. Between the shock of the entire event and the debilitating migraine that had seized her from her head wound, it was fitting she could hardly handle Dana and Gibney's peppering questions with much coherence. Less was more, and Max was solid in her simple story. She nearly believed it herself.

"We--we were attacked! The thieves, they came out of no where. Too many," she'd groaned, a hand dabbing at her head wound as though she was surprised by its severity all over again.
"How, Max?! How did you Hounds let this happen?!" Gibney said, taking a hold of the girl with two hands once she'd slipped down from her mount. She couldn't look at his eyes, and instead focused on the blood on her fingers.
"They must've been ready for us. Those we weren't fighting took control of the wagon and made off with Edmond and the chest. Mercy and I split off from the others to run them down. We figured they'd try to torture him into opening the chest or ransom him off if we didn't get him back."
"And?!"
"I don't--it's hard to remember. Next thing I know, they spotted us coming and they gut Edmond. They were yelling about something...something about sending a message to the Guild? I don't know. The chest was gone. Mercy and I tried to get him back alive...but he was suffering."
"Gods, Gibney," Dana put his hands on his head, staring at the dead Guild member strung on the back of Mercy's horse. "The Guild will not stand for this. They won't!"


Currently sitting in one of The Kennel's back rooms, staring at her leather armor in the far corner, Max still wasn't quite sure why she'd chosen to stand beside Mercy that day. Was it infatuation? Fear? An underlying greed she didn't know she possessed? Perhaps a mixture of all three and then some? There was no use in dwelling on her motives now. What was done was done, and the consequences of their actions were playing out. Now was the time to be on her toes. She'd helped Mercy keep them both alive through her lie. Surviving the long-term of their conspiracy, however, was at the forefront of her mind.
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Postby Merces » Sun Dec 24, 2017 12:22 pm

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With the corpse of a dispatched Edmond atop the rear end of his saddle, Mercy rode in alongside Max. The story in a panicked tone ensued, and as the words rolled off of her tongue a look of concern swept across Dana and Gibneys faces. Merces did not regret his choices, and seemed to be the only one who did not express emotion. Unlike the remainder of the bunch he remained calm while he calculated the next series of actions. Would he have to take Max and make a flaming escape with her to leave the building burning with the others in it? Would he have to simply sit here and say nothing as he did not want to give any conflicting statements to her own?

While Mercy did agree with her every word; he would hate to make the mistake of making that seem like a lie. Risks were not something they had any business taking with the current situation. Dana and Gibney were both ferocious combatants. How else could they operate one of the most fearsome mercenary organizations? Mercy and Max were first murderers, thieves and now they were liars too. A liar will cheat, a cheater will steal, and a thief will kill. The cycle of their lives had been set before them almost as if they stepped foot onto a predetermined path. Merces had been the one to force Max into murder, and thievery.

He could have carried out the mission to success. The sorcerer could have simply eliminated the bandits and completed the escort. However, rather than allow success to occur; the very man tasked with protecting the merchant sent the cargo up in flames. He even went as far as to laugh as the bodies of his fellow hounds were set ablaze. They were all killed in one fell swoop, and a single bead of sweat formed across the surface of Merces forehead. So long as he remained silent they had nothing to worry about, right? If Dana and Gibney questioned why the sorcerer seemed to sweat; he could explain it away with simply sweating from the trip here.

They were highly frustrated, and expressed concern with their words. An elderly member of The Merchants Guild had been slain. Killed on the watch of The Kennels and they had no more of an explanation than “we were ambushed.”. Of course The Guild would not stand for such a petty excuse when they went with a small party of Mercenaries. The Kennels were known to be ferocious, and skilled combatants. No weak men or women could kill several members of The Kennels, a Member of the Merchants guild, and then steal Cargo only to run off with it. They needed a better explanation, but Merces could think of nothing other than to remain silent. If he were questioned he would not deliver the same panic that Max did.

Mercy had always been the calm, calculated sort of person. He did not bother with fast speech, and words that ran too closely together. All that needed to be said at this point in the conversation had been a who. They were an unknown band of theives, and while Mercy and Max could provide a distraction they did not need to do so. The most likely outcome would have been a second search party accompanied by Merces and Max. What would Dana and Gibney do?


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Postby Pegasus » Thu Dec 28, 2017 11:00 am

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It wasn't a bad plan they had. Unfortunately, it was based on something which was shaky to say the least ~ the very foundation of what they were doing was based on deception ~ something that neither of them were skilled in at all. Considering how well they had planned, it might convince a lot of people, but the people who worked here, who did this job? Noticing lies was very much part of their stock in trade. So, as Max sat in the room and wondered about the long term survival, she might well be worrying about exactly the right thing.

Merces' consideration of Dana and Gibley was accurate, too; they were fierce combatants and maybe he, more than Max it seemed, understood just what was at stake here. Gibley glanced at Merces, noted the bead of sweat but said nothing for the moment. So, the two of them were led into the building, Dana speaking. "We'll get a healer for you, Max. I'll sort that." Gibney, however, turned to Merces and spoke.

"I'd like to.. well lad we need to get these details straight fer the guild. There'll be problems if we don't have answers to everythin'. Shit, there'll be problems if we do with this storm. You're not injured? Come with me, into my office, an' I'll get as many details as I can from you." He looked worried, harried and harassed. Concerned, certainly, but when Ari growled low, he scratched her behind the ear. "Dana, git 'er a cup o'tea and put something strong and alcoholic in it. I'll have the same."

So, Max was sitting in the back room, a cup of hot tea and a small measure of whiskey next to it, Dana and she were waiting for the healer to come. Dana had looked at her head wound, but couldn't do more than basic patch up, so didn't touch it. "Damnit, girl, you took a heck of a hit. Can you remember anything, anything he said or the other hounds did or said? Anything that might help against the Guild?"

In his office, Gibney offered a rum to Merces, his mind apparently working along the same lines. "I need every detail you can give me, Merces. Beginning to end, leave out nothing."


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Postby Max » Fri Dec 29, 2017 7:27 pm

Her hands warmed as they clutched about the circumference of the tea cup, caramel eyes gazing emptily into its contents. Had her situation not been quite so precarious, Max would've begged for the bottle rather than the meager bit of whiskey allotted to her. Instead she'd poured the bold drink into the hot tea, essentially creating a Hot Toddy sans honey for herself. She only regretted that the mix couldn't soothe her nerves as it tended to the symptoms of minor illnesses.

When Dana spoke to her, it took the Rusalka a few moments to respond. It wasn't a part of her act. Her concussion had rendered her focus rather wanting, and even when she did achieve some, a head-splitting migraine was quick to squash it. She took a sip of her employers' generous offerings and slowly shook her head. Her eyes continued to stare into the tea as though there were answers there. "They just came from the trees," Max murmured. The hue of her eyes darkened, and the way she didn't blink for several moments might've made Dana think she was reliving the event all over again in her mind.

Then, suddenly, after a few moments she seemed to return to herself. She blinked at Dana and furrowed her brow. "No," she said and sat up straighter. She took another sip of her tea before squaring her body toward her employer. "Something happened before. I remember now." The Rusalka was on her feet and the pacing commenced, an index finger on her bottom lip. "Edmond said something on the ride over. I was sitting beside him on the wagon...he said...he said something about the Guild. How doing the trade over land was a bad idea that never should've happened. He was going on about how it couldn't happen by sea because the Merchant Guild mismanaged the fleet. He'd been arguing with them over it."

Max finished the rest of the tea and set it down, her pacing pausing so her hands could clench into fists when an epiphany that was most troubling struck her. "Dana, he said to me that he told the Guild the route was dangerous, but they sent us anyways." The story she was weaving for her employer wasn't a lie anymore. Edmond's ramblings before the attack had proven worthwhile to listen to after all. Maybe it was the way her concussion made her thoughts fuzzy or the whiskey, but she was beginning to believe what she was implying to Dana: The Merchant Guild was responsible for all of her misfortune.
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Postby Merces » Sat Dec 30, 2017 2:15 am

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During the conversation in which Mercy chose to remain silent; Gibney halted and turned to him. While Max did provide adequate information and tell nothing other than the truth, he needed more than her side of the story. Gibney seemed to question why Mercy had not been injured whereas Max had been. Yet, if Gibney knew anything about the firey eyed sorcerer; he would know just how difficult of an opponent Merces proved to be for various combatants. Max required the attention of a healer, and had already discussed the vast majority of her story. Merces on the other hand needed to explain everything without hesitation. He did not need to be skilled in deception to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth. However, his intentions were not to incriminate himself nor Max, but to point the finger elsewhere.

The sorcerer followed Gibney into the office, and did not bother to take the offer of rum. Merces allowed it to remain in place, and focused on the task at hand. He needed to tell the truth, but turn the entirety of the situation on its head. Alcoholic beverages were nothing but distractions; only a fool would drink in a situation where rationality was key. A confident Mercy took a seat and placed his right ankle atop his left knee. His left elbow came to rest against the cushion of the somewhat uncomfortable cheaply made chair. The sorcerers chin came to rest against the palm of his hand, and with a nonchalant look he spoke.

“While Max already did explain what happened, I'll give you my side of the story and every detail that I can recall. We were on the path, and everything seemed to have gone accordingly, I as the only not so up close and personal combatant took up the rear guard. I watched vigilantly, and then in a moments notice there were several individuals that came from the brush line. On the way there Edmond mentioned that the route had been a dangerous one, that The guild mismanaged the fleet, and no one listened to him. He spoke about how the trade was better performed at sea rather than on the land. Almost as if he knew what would happen long before it did.” Merces spoke and paused for a moment.

Dana and Gibney were no fools, and paid close attention to detail. He needed to think through all of the words that exited his lips. They wanted ammunition to use against The Merchants Guild, and he needed to give them a target. “My question however is... If no one other than the hounds you sent on the job, and The Merchants Guild knew the whereabouts of the cargo... How is it that a band of thieves knew where to launch an ambush? They took the opportunity to make an attempt at taking Edmond, but rather than do that.. They made him suffer and thus he was dispatched after the recovery. They made way with the cargo, and we made a narrow escape. If they intended to kill us all, they would have. Their focus was whatever Edmond was transporting, and not those guarding it. Why would they do that, Gibney? Who else knew? Who did you tell?! We could have been Killed!” Merces spoke without so much as a hint of fear in his voice.


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Postby Pegasus » Mon Jan 01, 2018 12:52 pm

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Time.... it was a strange thing, time and it ticked and ticked onwards.

They brought a medic in to see to Max, Dana listened carefully to what she said, to her explanation and asked, carefully and precisely. "But Max, look at his body. What... what happened?" The woman who was talking was making sense and even seemed to be telling the truth as far as Dana could see, but there were too many holes in the story.



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With Merces, however, Gibney too was listening and he listened carefully. Sighing, slightly, he heard all of Merces words, and his questions and then he shook his head. "It wasn't the Guild.The Guild weren't involved, not at all." Gibney sat and looked at Merces with a calm gaze. "Do you think we'd really send two new recruits on a mission so important? Did Maxine not tell you we test all our new people? More than once."




The medic was clear, and it caused Dana to look at Max with a cold expression. "How many trials, Maxine? And if we get our hounds asking, what will we find out you've been doing in that time? How many trials since it happened and you didn't come here?"

Wounds, of course, heal. Head wounds did, certainly. For Dana, it hadn't been 100% clear, but the medic was sure. That head wound was at least ten trials old.



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"So tell me, Merces. One last time," Gibney sat forward and looked at the sorcerer. Merces may recall that Gibney knew who he was and what he could do. Yet he did not look afraid, or concerned. "What actually happened out there, trials ago, which resulted in that body being in the state it is?" Gibney's gaze was unwavering.



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Both of them, Gibney and Dana spoke, unbeknownst to them, more or less the same words in the same moment.

"And I suggest, Max, that you start telling me the truth. All of it."
"The truth, Merces. This is your only chance."

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Postby Max » Mon Jan 01, 2018 8:53 pm

She hated the appearance of weakness. Unfortunately, taking a rock to the head and suffering the migraines that followed didn't give her much say in the matter. For days it had felt like someone was swinging a hammer around the inside of her skull. It was nearly impossible to think of anything else. Nearly.

"I was too busy being hit in the head, Dana," she grumbled. "It was chaos. I'm sure they got creative trying to convince Edmond to give up whatever was in that chest when they got a hold of him." Of course moments after fixing her up, the friendly-neighborhood medic couldn't just keep his mouth shut. His "expert" medical opinion on the subject of her injury, was enough to change Dana's demeanor from almost sympathetic to entirely skeptical. She could see the accusations in his cold eyes.

Fucking snitch.

Max flopped back down in her original seat. The tediousness of the interrogation was getting to her. She was feeling trapped, without control. She knew what she should do. Every fiber in her being had come to the same conclusion. The answer to her plight was so painfully obvious. Self-preservation at all costs had been her lifestyle. Her instincts had served her well, and now they were telling her that flipping on Merces was the best play. She knew what she'd say. She'd verify all of Dana's suspicions, tell him that Merces had used an ambush as an opportunity to maim, murder, and steal from the Guild. Maybe she'd manufacture some tears when she got to the part about how the mage had forced her to watch as he burned the other hounds alive, promising she'd be next if she ever told. The Kennel Master had given her one last opportunity to weave such a tale. Only a fool would refuse it.

"Dana," Maxine sighed and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "The contract went to shit. It was a fucking blood bath. I tried, really, I did. I failed. I practically got my head smashed in trying to save it. I hardly remember how I got back here." She was really starting to wish there was more of that whiskey. Or that she could wring the medic's neck. "I'm a runner. When things go to shit? I run. I came back because I respect you and Gibney. If I was actually responsible for all of this, I wouldn't be sitting here explaining myself to you right now."

Another pang in her head caused her to visibly wince. She rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes. Dana was going to need more than a character testimony if she was going to be absolved of this. That much was apparent.

"I ghosted for a week, give or take, since it went down, okay? I holed up in my house, and I only left it to replace an empty bottle and eat. It's probably not much of a shock that I can tell you most of the trials ran together. With a wound like this, I wasn't capable of being up to a whole lot. Have your hounds ask. I saw some shit that trial. If we're talking about truths, don't try to lie to me that I'm the first mercenary to go on a bender after a job gone wrong. I came back."
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Postby Merces » Tue Jan 02, 2018 1:41 pm

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The sorcerers eyes widened as his intentional attempt to turn the situation on its head failed. Deception was a skill that had been required in some cases. In this one especially as Gibney poked several holes in the story and had a time-frame. He knew that the events took place trials ago, and noticed the state that the body had been in too. Gibney facilitated the “Training” mission, but that did not explain the total of three hundred gold nels that had been inside the chest. The best decision he could make would have been to turn on Max. He could snitch, but ultimately that would result in him being condemned alongside her. Mercy however, did question just how powerful Dana and Gibney were for a moment. Could he slay Gibney in the office rather than answer the questions and make an escape? There were certainly hounds nearby, Perhaps he was not a powerful leader due to his own combat prowess, but a high level of intelligence and tactics.

If he knew what Merces was capable of; he would have been far more cautious with how he spoke. Merces could easily escape, and or launch a powerful onslaught at any given moment. Gibney knew the truth, but Merces would never be the one to tell it. Merces would spew every single detail rather than allow himself to be intimidated. What made Gibney so fearsome was not that Merces perceived him as a combatant. The fear stemmed from his brain rather than the brawn; Gibney did not have the most intimidating of appearances. Mercy even thought he looked quite a bit feminine, and like he could not take a punch.

“Fine, Fuck! I was not informed of any tests that you conduct, alright! You know who I am! You know what I am capable of! I was ambushed, and I panicked. I lost my shit, and for the first fucking time when I truly feared for my life I lashed out! They struck Max, my woman, my girl, my love over the head and I had to save her! I used so much of my ether that I have had migraines and memory loss for multiple trials! Edmond was suffering, and I could not do anything to stop it... The body was burned because I fucked up! He was caught in my attempt to save him, I set the man who attacked him on fire and he burned in the process!” Merces spoke between labored breaths and paused only to restart his speech.

“I did not know what to do! I could not even remember what happened until now! I took the body home and it sat there for a few trials give or take! I stayed at home and drank away my sorrows a few times... I failed, Gibney.. That's what happened. Everything that took place was my fault! I saved her, because she was the only one that I could save! The other hounds were killed in action! If I had committed such a heinous fucking crime in trying to clean up the mess that you created why would I be here? If you are to punish anyone do it to me, and not Max. I would sooner give my life than watch her suffer because of you for so much as another fucking moment! If you lay a fucking finger on her...” Merces screamed each and every word at the top of his lungs, and awaited a response from Gibney.
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Postby Pegasus » Sun Feb 11, 2018 8:28 am

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Both of them, Gibney and Dana spoke, unbeknownst to them, more or less the same words in the same moment.

"And I suggest, Max, that you start telling me the truth. All of it."
"The truth, Merces. This is your only chance."




And both of them spoke.Max told her version of the story first, and she explained that she'd been holed up for a week, give or take. That she was a runner, that when things went wrong, she ran. Dana raised an eyebrow at both of these, but said nothing. He glanced, once, off to the left as though listening, but said no more than that.

When Max said that she wasn't the first person to go on a bender after a failed mission, Dana gave a single, slight nod of the head. However, that Dana was full of opinions about what Max said was without doubt, without question.

They didn't look like good, positive opinions.


Meanwhile, Merces wasn't answering, he was screaming. Each and every syllable, he screamed at Gibney at the top of his lungs. Gibney watched him, impassively, not seeming to be surprised at Merces' behaviour, not seeming to be concerned about said behaviour, either. In fact, if Merces recognised such things, Gibney was far from afraid. He was calm and confident and he watched Merces as he screamed with dispassionate gaze.

Then, steepling his hands together, pressing the pads of his fingers one against the other, Gibney spoke.

"You screwed up. You panicked and when you finally saw fit to come back here, you lied about the Merchants' Guild involvement." Gibney shook his head, just ever so slightly. "And you're too thick to come up with a good story. You're fired, you won't work for the Kennels again and if I was you, I'd watch my back as far as the Merchants' Guild is concerned. They don't take kindly to people setting them up."

With a calm gaze, he added. "Neither do we. Neither do I."

With a shrug, he gestured. "Get out. Don't come back." And it seemed that the meeting was done.



Dana sighed and shook his head. "We had high hopes for you, Max. You could still have a future here, if you chose to but you won't. Because you've chosen already." He looked at the woman and gave a slight, sad smile. "You're done here. We know exactly what happened. We know everything that happens and we always do. You're fired and, frankly, you won't work in Almund again and good luck buying anything. You lied to us. Tried to set up the Merchants' Guild. We need people we can trust, and we can't trust you."

That said, Dana gestured to the door. "You're free to go. If you, or your boyfriend, try to make trouble, it will bite you ten times worse than you can imagine. But that's up to you. If you decide to, you won't be the first." He smiled and seemed genuinely saddened by what had happened, but equally? Something else, too. "And you won't be the last."

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It's especially important you don't control the NPCs for your next post- and please don't assume the outcomes of any actions you take.
As of this post, both Max and Merces have lost their jobs in the Kennels.
They are highly unlikely to be hired again in any kind of mercenary role.
Items in local shops / anywhere that is a member of the merchants guild are now more expensive for them in Scalvoris (please add 20% to the price). At least half the time, people refuse to serve you.
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Postby Max » Mon Feb 12, 2018 10:58 pm

Max's head slowly nodded with disbelief, tongue in cheek and wide eyes fixed incredulously on Dana. None of it was making sense to her muddled mind, and she wasn't talking about her own story. "You don't believe me," she stated the obvious. Surprise wore off quickly and anger took its place.

Fired? I'm fucking fired?

The Rusalka rose from her seat on the couch with her palms raised. Her hands dropped to her sides, balling into tight fists. Her lips pressed briefly into a hard line. The omniscient Dana had certainly been around her enough to identify that what he was looking at was a Hound straining at the end of its chain. The Kennel had given her purpose and pride in a work she truly enjoyed. Employing her in their ranks had set an angry girl with potential to be dangerous on a path they could likely control. Now they'd set that Hound free of her collar and leash to retreat into the arms of the only thing she had left: Merces. What a big mistake indeed.

"Thanks for the drink and the patch-up, Dana," Max said to her ex-employer in a tense voice. "But fuck you. I took a god damn beating from you guys and kept my mouth shut when I didn't fucking owe either of you anything. I worked god damn hard. You know everything that happens? Every-fucking-thing? Then you must've known you two were about to fucking screw me when you sent me out there in that shit storm."

She wished her allegiance had earned her a pin, patch, or some sort of notifier she could've thrown in his face right then. Historically, one might've been confused by her reaction to being let go. It wasn't the first time she'd been fired. Truthfully, she'd botched jobs far, far worse before. The difference was that this one actually hurt.

"Since we're all about truth and judgement today, here's something for you," Maxine spat with dark eyes and a nearly curled lip. "I think you know I got fucked over by that contract. I think you fucked me, and you god damn know it. Both of you." Fury was the easiest way for her to cover up pain. There was a time she greatly respected her bosses, nearly equally even. She'd wanted to impress them. She'd wanted to earn her keep. She desperately wanted to secure her place here, and there was a time she could practically taste it. Like the sun, it had just been looming over the horizon. She'd only needed to keep going until she was close enough to reach out and grab it. All that was gone now. Every ounce of it. It slipped through her fingers like sand only to be taken by the wind.

Max stormed over toward the door Dana had gestured to. She grasped the handle, twisted it, and gave it a good yank open. Before crossing the threshold she paused. Her fingers tightened around the door handle. The Rusalka turned to look over her shoulder at the grey man. The anguish that might've betrayed her before hadn't completely left her stare, but a coldness had taken over her entire demeanor. "And I think you know right now that you just made a big fucking mistake." She looked toward the exit, pausing one more time as something else Dana had said seemed to return to her mind. "And he's not my boyfriend!"
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