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[right][color=#ae9c9c][i][b]Telma's Bar[/b]
Green District, Castle Town[/i][/color][/right]
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To most, any promise signed by the queen would have no doubt been a source of reassurance and joy - particularly if it pertained to returning important lands lost in a war. To Nadijah however, the queen's terms sounded more  an insult. Nadijah [i]did [/i]want the Valley back to her people, and supposed the babe could not make for a worse ruler than the mad king. But even so, it all sounded so... backwards, to her.

So the queen would return the lands [i]her [/i]regime stole, in exchange for bending the knee to her spawn? The Valley belonged to the Gerudo. It was not something a foreign vai should be able to use as a bargaining chip for power. The queen should have been humbly offering back the stolen lands on [i]her [/i]knees, pleading for forgiveness.

But though her blood burned for justice, Nadijah begrudgingly held her tongue and trusted Telma with the matter.  She never was one for talk of kings and courts; invariably, the young warrior always found herself too bored or too angry to make much sense of such matters. The way people weaved lies and burrowed their noses brown for a few favours was, frankly, disgusting. She'd much rather deal with matters of steel.

So when Telma leaned back in her chair as if to contemplate her words, the pyre in Nadijah's veins turned into a pleasant simmer. Any words of caution the other shared were a distant ring in her ears, easily drowned out by the dying gargle of the king, playing vividly in her mind.

[color=#d95a5a]"Then it's best we not get implicated."[/color] Nadijah's response was all too quick and all too confident. [color=#d95a5a]"We can blend into the mob, as you say. Let another take the blame if we must. If there is no proof of our presence, it could've been any citizen displeased with his rule - I'm sure those are aplenty. We will be gone before his blood dries."[/color] 

But when came the question of a plan, Nadijah looked as if this was the first she ever heard of such a word.

[color=#d95a5a]"A [i]plan[/i], that's..."[/color]  she begun, taken aback, but not [i]quite [/i]defeated. [color=#d95a5a]"If you're asking for specifics, I haven't yet--- [i]apart [/i]from what we discussed, just now, I..."[/color] 

All of a sudden, she remembered precisely why she'd been sent to the town in the first place; to gather information, to observe and prepare, if need for conflict ever arose again. She had been explicitly forbidden from any rash actions that may have jeopardized that. But the talk of a mob had been going so well, and this was such an [i]ample [/i]opportunity, taking out the root of all their problems before he could hide behind the walls of his castle-!

Would... assassinating a king be considered a rash action? 

She remained silent, pondering.
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