Soot sits for a few moments. A blank expression and a dumb shocked smile plastered on her face as her eyes glanced around the room. It hadn’t quite hit her… but slowly the situation dawned on her. 

Her mouth quivered. Panic setting it: No, This could not be it, Soot wasn’t about to be tossed to a horde of Firewheels as a bartering chip. Briefly she thought to run, but pain shot through her leg as she tried to stand, and a firm hand pushing on her shoulder reminded her that leaving wasn't exactly an option.  


This was the end… At the whims of the Firewheels… Because of Rosethal. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her breaths came out ragged. 

“W-wait” The painter managed to stammer out “I may be Rosethal's Ante, b-but I want to play too.” She pulled out her sword, cringing slightly as she slid it onto the table. “A sword owned by the Thief-Queen of Sjakal herself! Deal me in” The painter demanded. Looking to Rosethal with a cocky but unsure grin.