[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

"I'm pretty sure the Velt Adventurers' Guild hasn't started taking assassination contracts," Tyaethe said, looking over the recovered items with some curiosity. One was a badge for the aforementioned guild--[i]definitely[/i] not something that would usually be taking such contracts, and definitely not to take out royalty. Plus, if they had, she would have expected more than one nem assassin... no matter how sneaky she might end up being.

The [i]other[/i] thing of interest was a note. "Oh, if she's carrying this, I'm pretty sure she's literate." 

"'Fail and she dies'..." the paladin read out, tilting her head out of interest. Well, that [i]was[/i] another wrinkle to it, it didn't look like their hired assassin was all that hired after all. Maybe if they could get her to write something, the handwriting could be compared? It would be a smart move to try and make it seem like you [i]weren't[/i] responsible.

But with all the interest the even-tinier girl was displaying in Fanilly's pin, ah... how did it go? She'd used to say it a [i]lot[/i], and it was easier to remember things like that with Lilette around. "Why, yes; we're the Iron Roses. Defenders of the Kingdom, Slayers of Monsters, Saviours of the Weak, and Rescuers of Fair Maidens." Ah, even the way the elf buried her face in her hands hadn't changed. "Well, maybe that last part's just me. It used to be Elionne, Parvan, and me."