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[right][color=#ae9c9c][i][b]Telma's Bar[/b]
Green District, Castle Town[/i][/color][/right]
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[color=#d95a5a]"That she did,"[/color] Nadijah admitted in a low mumble, [color=#d95a5a]"But not fast enough."[/color]

A peace chosen out of necessity wasn't benevolent peace. It was [i]cowardice[/i]. She would not sing praises to a queen that only chose to end bloodshed after her side had failed to seize victory by force. 

[color=#d95a5a]"... I will sit with you."[/color]

Even so, Nadijah's curiosity remained. It clung to her soul like her wet cloak clung to her skin, sending shivers up her arms. She would've been long gone by now had she not held [i]some [/i]form of interest in the queen's plea. And so, she followed the elder Gerudo back towards her bar, away from the well and the secrets it held. It was a rational decision, by all means - and that's why it felt so foreign. Her blood burned for action and answers. By following Telma, she would only get one of the two.

The warm air that greeted Nadijah upon entering the bar carried a faint smell of alcohol and wood. It was pleasant; certainly better than the [i]reek [/i]of soaked leather and mud that permeated the outside. The seat she took was dry, as well - a nice contrast to the wet rooftop she'd waited half an eternity on.

Nadijah listened with a quiet courtesy only given to one of her kin. She wasn't entirely pleased by what she heard, however; if Telma only knew what the queen's agents told her, it meant she only knew what the queen wished her to know - be they lies or no. She could believe the bit about the king, however, she still failed to see how---

Ah.

[color=#d95a5a]"The heir?"[/color] Nadijah blurted out all of a sudden, arms crossed and brows raised. She was starting to piece it together now - at least, if the information was true. [color=#d95a5a]"Is it the babe the queen wishes us to rescue, then?"[/color]

She fell silent. Then: [color=#d95a5a]"Our people have bled enough. The Hylians, clearly, have [i]not[/i]. Why should we play the part of glorified babysitters to a royal brat, when we could slay the king upon arrival and eliminate the problem once and for all?"[/color]

She leaned over the table, fire in her eyes and heart, burning away all reason and caution alike.[color=#d95a5a] "My blade is ready, sister. I cannot trust Hyrule, but I trust your word of the king's evil. There is indeed another way to help the cause. Come with me, and by dawn, we will have the king's head upon a blade."[/color]

And if the queen was in fact complacent in the king's scheme, her head would follow suit.[/color]