[h1][center][color=E4583C] GANYMEDE [/color][/center][/h1]

[i] A breeze came into the room, despite it being cave. Little hisses, and then the steps of high heels.[/i]

[color=E4583C]”You too?”[/color] A voice queered. If Siiga was to turn around, she’d see a tiny person with a big scythe. It was quite easy to get there, actually. No wonder there was someone else. But, who sent the people to get this artifact…? Was information being spilled from her King and Queen? Ilya and Faina slithered in behind her, uninterested in the conversation, just here for a dark room to sleep in.

Siiga spun on her heels, almost drawing the blade there and then. Her eyes narrowed at this newcomer. Who the hell was this? “What the fuck? Where did you come from?"

Sighing, she sat on her haunches, very apathetic to her. [color=E4583C]”Special orders from my King. What brings you?”[/color]

"Not letting magic artifacts fall into the hands of a king" Siiga glowered, still not quite ready to let go of her weapon. If push came to shove, she'd need to grab the artifact and run.

Ganymede tilted her head, then she figured what she was saying. [color=E4583C]”Oh, oh no. Not that type of King. I despise Kings. He’s a god, rather. Ever heard of Nuxta?”[/color]

No, she had not heard of Nuxta. Why the hell would she have? Gods were worse than kings in Siiga's eyes. What's the point of all that power if you don't do something good with it?

She stands, a bit more interested now. [color=E4583C]”He’s taking down other Kings. They will exist no longer, not able to give orders of pain and suffering, Race will not matter. In his eyes, and the Basilisk Queen’s, bandits will be treated like citizens. Children will all have food. No more agony.”[/color]

"You're tryna get on my good side" Siiga raised an eyebrow. "You know I'm a bandit, somehow.”

Her eyebrows knit together. [color=E4583C]“You are? I figured you were a revolutionist with your speech. I was giving an example.”[/color]

"Most civillians would have been disgusted at the idea of giving bandits amnesty. Literally the only people who support it are bandits themselves. Which means you're not exactly operating within the law either"

[color=E4583C]”No, I'm simply for peace and equality. You're overthinking this. I'm telling you my purpose. Bandits often do not choose to be one, but are forced to be for survival. That's it."[/color] She sighs, lobbing her head to the side, and striding towards Siiga. Not in an aggressive way, but like old pals. [color=E4583C]”I'm not in some cruel game to fake this on you for some idiotic reason."[/color]

"I never said you were. But now thats you've said it, I think you are." Siiga had a smile a mile long on her face. It was hard to read. Was she suspicious, curious, friendly, hostile?

[color=E4583C]”Why? Why would I do that?"[/color] She frowned deeply. [color=E4583C]”What incentive do I have? You could make a break for it with the artifact, no matter what I say. Nuxta likes the artifact, gods know why. It doesn't matter to me."[/color] As she said this, she wrapped her braid around her neck like a scarf. [color=E4583C]"It's chilly in here."[/color]

“I dunno. But if there's one thing I've learned, its that you never trust someone who likes bandits." Siiga's smile never faltered. "So what's your angle here?"

Turning to her, she tugged on her upper lip in a face of 'really?'. Shrugging she turned to look at the old woman just sitting there, ever so patient. [color=E4583C]"All right, thats your opinion. I guess my angle is...? I don't know exactly what you mean by that."[/color]