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Andria blinked as she witnessed what happened to Benril. Smiling to herself, her breath a whispy sigh. Damn, that guy was getting better. To kill Benril in broad daylight and go about nearly unnoticed by anyone who wasn't in the trade, Andria smiled to herself. Then, like nails on a chalkboard, Andria heard Sloth's voice. 

"Fuck, Sloth! I heard you! I don't know if you noticed or not, being stuck behind that bitch mask of yours, but this faggot," Andria kicked Benril's corpse, making a point and pushing it towards the back door. "Just fucking keeled over! I fucking hate it when you pieces of crap kill people in the inn! It makes my job harder." Andria brought the glass of water over to Sloth's table. Placed it down roughly in front of the man, she leaned in closer. Another knife, from where nobody knows, appeared in her other hand as she wrapped her arm around Sloth's shoulder. The blade laid against the lower edge of the man's mask.

"Don't fucking joke about me and the fucking junkie. That is a no and I don't ever want to have that visual again." Her words were soft-spoken and most definitely threatening. Sloth, out of everyone who knew Andria, was the only one who knew about her 'side-job'. As such, he also knew that she could follow up on her threat. "Understood?" Giving him a closed smile, the red-headed girl waited for him to respond.