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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Winton - Olenna's Home[/center][hr][hr]

Fatima stood momentarily in stunned silence.  An odd Queen indeed.  However, that was not what had stilled the usually flamboyant woman.  It was the fact that the old priestess had agreed to help them.  Her features darkened at the mention of a price.  Of course.  It would have been naive to think anyone in this world would help for free.  The price the woman mentioned made Fatima turn pale, a cold sweat rolled down her back and she brought her hands to her lips.  This was a steep price indeed.

After a long moment of consideration, she came to the only possible conclusion.  There was no other choice.

[color=6E8E67]"I accept your terms,"[/color] she said as she lowered her hands.  She made an attempt to look as Queenly as possible but the fear that rolled in her gut like acid stayed visible.  [color=6E8E67]"I shall return with he who wears the Black."[/color]  She curtsied to the woman.  [color=6E8E67]"I bid you a farewell for now.  It is best we work on this mission as soon as possible.  We shall meet again soon."[/color]

Or they would all be dead.

She turned to the two men she had come to the cottage with and offered a thin smile before heading in the direction of the inn.  As she walked she took Mikhail's hand in her own.  Looking up at him she said, with warmth, [color=6E8E67]"Thank you for saying such kind things about me.  You always offer me such strong support.  I appreciate it."[/color]  She squeezed his hand before letting it go.  She had to figure out a way to steal away the most important and dangerous man in all of Terrielle.