By the gods this was not what she had intended.

Everything seemed to slow down to a horrifying pace. Fallon gaped at Aignéis; this was not the glamer she'd used. Fallon knew she wasn't strong enough for this, and she'd only pushed the truth into their heads. The girl they were seeking was not here. That was all. Without thinking about it, Fallon gripped Aignéis' dress and wrenched her back, away from the angry Iron Guard, hearing the fabric tear a little.

No, it wasn't supposed to escalate to this point. But here the elf girl stood, watching as the man in charge began to bring down the horrifying iron weapon on her. Her heart stopped and she thought she felt bile rise into her throat, feeling the scalding iron near her flesh. But then, it all stopped. She felt the burn of iron, but instead of the branding iron in the hand of the man named "Klayde" it was the officer who'd come between them, stopping the entire act. The absolute shock of the event pushed the bile further and Fallon vomited off to the side, unable to contain the fear any long. To make things worse, she could now see the blood trickling out from a wound in Klayde's abdomen. He was so confused. So stunned. And tired. As he slid backwards to the ground, he decided in his head that he needed to sleep. And then he was gone.

A scream built up in Fallon's chest and threatened to come out, but she covered her mouth and choked it off. Oh by the gods this wasn't the way it was supposed to go at all. How could it have possibly gone worse!? Nobody would believe that it wasn't them ... they didn't do this! And then the other officer ran, leaving the dagger that had killed his companion behind. Now there was nothing to say that they hadn't done it. Here they were, lowly elf prostitutes in the Blight, with a dead Iron Guard. Fallon [i]never[/i] swore, everyone knew that, but now was a remarkable exception.

"Aignéis," she managed to choke out. "We are very, very incredibly fucked." Although she knew she should wait for orders from her superior, she had already removed the shawl and used it to pick up the bloody dagger, checking it to see if she could hopefully find a name carved into it or some other identification that could prove they hadn't done this. [i]Fucking Isi, getting us involved with these people. Fucking Iron Guard, leaving us in this mess. Gods be damned, Aignéis, what did you do to that man? Couldn't you feel how vulnerable he was!?[/i] Perhaps it wasn't right to be pointing blame, but in all the years she'd spent in the Blight she'd never been at this much risk for trouble.