Daphne nodded. She definitely liked the way Tr'Lawsh thought. "Did you want to follow through with the same roles as we did before or did you want to switch roles in hopes of confusing them as they discuss their meeting with us?"
"Let'sss ssswitch. They will think the young one isss making up ssstorrriess, and fossterrr disstrrusst. Besssidess, I would like to vent some of my angerrr on thessse animalsss. They killed sssix of my sssquad." The way she said it was matter-of-fact, as though death was a natural consequence of her business. But a fire smoldered in her golden eyes, perhaps a fire that could only be quenched by blood.
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(OOC: I am soooo very sorry about my posting of late. I have been trying desperately to finish a new RenFest outfit for this weekend, and everything that could possibly have gone wrong, did. Including the brutal and tragic death of my sewing machine, and the lack of funds to obtain a new one right away. And the fact that drunken, pot-smoking chimpanzees could sew better than me. But it's finished, I'm finally free, and I will be on daily.)
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