[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center]

Dareen frowned at Mikhail and then looked, obviously annoyed, at Denvar. Well, that didn't work. These people really were no fun. Say what you might about the mercenaries she used to work with, they knew how to have a good time. Or at least, not take themselves so seriously all the time. She probably had to do the "sarcasm voice" in order for them to get it. It didn't matter, of course, Dareen was just getting worked up over pointless trite again.

Whatever. Dareen ran her hand over her face and mumbled loudly into her palm.[color=c4df9b] "Oh, no. Foiled again. My ingenius plan of walking into random bars hoping to be kidnapped by the local goon squads was so close to succeeding." [/color] She moved her hand off her face and tipped her head back against the wall she was leaning against, not moving to take the coffee.

[color=c4df9b]"What a master of espionage, telling any random person on the streets that the place has secrecy spells, a locked safe in the back, and treasure hidden underneath the floorboards where they'll never, ever find it. Truly, you've outwitted me."[/color] She regularly paused her sentence, extrapolating on her phrases as if she were talking to a child. Then she brought her hand up and tapped her temple, making an exaggeratedly smug face. The Pruulish Witch was a master at being insincere.

[color=c4df9b]"You're hiding something, of course. Unless this Faeril is also a therapist, I can't imagine many people would have interest spying on some healer woman."[/color] She shook her head, closing her eyes and facepalming. Vitriol was building up in her chest, causing her heart to beat faster. Unbelievable! Frustration tingled in her spine, she couldn't make all of her witty remarks at once.

[i] I [/i]showed up at [i]your[/i] doorstep!? I was brought here against my will! And- gods forbid a woman carry the means to defend herself, right!? Yellow Jeweled! Yellow Jeweled!? Why is everyone so obsessed with jewels? Look at that sly grin. He thinks he's outsmarted someone- someone who doesn't even exist! Why did Mikhail feel the need to say those words like that? Nobody normal talks like that! Couldn't he tell she was just joking? I'm going to have an aneuryism. This is it. My life is over. Annoyed to death. They don't even need to execute the so-called spy in their midsts, because I'm going to drop dead right now. She thought these things in a few moments, and was quite literally biting her tongue. They don't want the Queens to know what is going on here. That means, they are no friends of the Queen. So she's in the right place. She took a deap, deep breath, and exhaled slowly. 

[color=c4df9b]"Look, there's a lot to unravel here. Let me...let me just start over. Okay?"[/color] She uncrossed her arms and gestured her flat palms towards everyone in the room, trying to disarm the tension building up in the room, and in herself.

[color=c4df9b]"Hi. My name is Dareen."[/color] She said in the most milquetoast and unoffensive way possible. Since no one bothered to ask was what she didn't add on. 

[color=c4df9b]"I'm a Yellowed Jeweled Witch from Pruul. I'm travelling north, looking for the truth about the Queens you don't seem to be so friendly with yourself. I'm not working for them. Just looking for...answers. About Dorothea. Who she is, what she wants. I've seen some of the things she's had done to people."[/color] She was trying to keep her anxiousness in check, now that she was just beginning to open up to someone. She hadn't talked earnestly with anyone about her new direction in life yet. No one at all. Of course, there was a lot she was leaving out. Like how she was a ex-mercenary who used to work with Dorothea's people, one who had hunted down her enemies for gold and profit. That she was driven by guilt more than by curiosity. 

Dareen wasn't just covering up her past because it was hard to talk about, she also knew that she was close to getting what she wanted. These people were important, and if they knew the truth about her they might kill her on the spot. Death itself wasn't the issue, but dying unfulfilled and purposeless was a fate Dareen dreaded. She knew her lot in life with her old crew. Now, she had cast all of that aside, making herself alone and vulnerable on an emotional level.
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"So I think I'm in the right place. I just... I don't know."[/color] The more she talked, the more the confidence and bitterness had faded, beginning to reveal the conflicted and confused woman underneath.  She shrugged and made a tight-lipped, humorless smirk, as if to say "Thats yer lot."