[center][color=#ff8c00][h2]Cadmon Demet[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Psyker Landshark]
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The effort needed to resist rolling his eyes was nearly herculean. What was needed to keep his jaw shut for a moment was even greater.

[i][color=#ff8c00]No, no, I just thought I'd take a romantic stroll around the war camp with my favourite assassin.[/color][/i]

As much as he wanted to say something sarcastic like that, it would be pointless. Antagonizing her would be no help at all with what they were soon to face; beyond that, he had little doubt of his low likelihood of waking up in the morning if she decided she disliked him enough. Not that she seemed inclined to harm an ally, certainly not in that way, but he only trusted an assassin as far as he could throw them.

Given that Kayliss was a somewhat tall human woman rather than a Nem, that wasn't very far at all.

[color=#ff8c00]"With any luck,"[/color] he said after a moment. No true confirmation for her question, yet, but he was hoping. [color=#ff8c00]"Assuming they didn't meet with an unfortunate fate, our scouts are due to make their reports to Lady Velvetica today. If they bring back something useful, I'm hoping that we could make use of [i]your[/i] talents."[/color]