[colour=gold]“Yeah, that right, you sure you’re not just trying to lure me into your secret lair? Have your wicked little way with me?”[/colour] Silk replied in a cheerful, playful manner, her mood improving with every step that she took. Which was understandable, considering each step took her away from the danger. Silk was no coward and she could fight well enough when she had to. But that was only when she had to. She preferred more subtle solutions when at all possible. She danced around to face Matthew while continuing to walk backwards. [colour=gold]“Or perhaps you were hoping that I might be particularly…grateful?[/colour] she said in a suggestive manner, her tone matching her expression.

She then burst out laughing, patting Matthew on the back. [colour=gold]“I’m just joking with you. But you do have a point, we need to lay low until the heat dies down a little. And since this mystery man seems to know me so well it might be best if you take the lead, at least for the moment. But just remember, I’m not cheap, so watch your hands mister!”[/colour] Silk called out cheerfully, waving her sword playfully into the air. She was only half joking.

Meanwhile…

Back outside the tavern, standing alone in a secluded dark corner stood Isaac. He watched with an amused look on his face as he beheld the commotion in the bar reach its eventual conclusion, a group of Raiders dragging their unconscious leader outside with some considerable effort. He lit up a cigar, the pale flash of the match striking momentarily lighting up his exceptionally plain features. It had been, he considered, money very well spent. The little dove had flown the scene as he had expected she would. The fact that she had acquired company was no surprise. He knew Silk was rather talented in roping people in. It would be fun, when push came to shove, to see how quickly she betrayed him. Without anyone seeing him he slipped quietly into the hustle of the street, disappearing from sight.