"A new world..." she muttered to herself as she attempted to sit up as if the lance was not jamming into her shoulder preventing such actions. She swallowed air before letting out a long sigh. She began to realize how trivial her ambitious desires seemed in comparison to this statement. She simply wanted a throne to sit above Limsa. However, the thought of having more or at the very least being able bear witness to much greater things allured her. This was a much bigger plan than all the one's she previously had been apart of and she knew so. She needed to make a decision or else her fate would soon be sealed at the bottom of the ocean along with the ship.
"Fine." she paused for a moment, "But under two conditions; I need at the very least two capable ones. They must past my standards. Aside from myself, you seem to hire bafoons." as she cocked a grin at the man. "And lastly" another wince of pain escaped her as  the adrenaline soon died down allowing her to feel the full extent of her injured shoulder. "And you have to plant the seed that the contractor was assassinated. I can't work with this much pressure. Maybe that'll quell the rest of the assholes looking for me."
Her eyes then locked on the cloaked man, "Agree to this and we have a deal. If not you'll be losing a potentially great ally." It was bold she would even think to make such demands while being pinned to the floor. But this was Fang at her core. Fearless, regardless of the circumstances. Had he declined she wouldn't have cared much going down with the ship, but she was stern in resolve even if it meant her perishing in the process. Silence fell as the man leaned against the side of the ship. Perhaps he was considering her demands, or perhaps he would leave her there to die. The silence was deafening to say the least.
"Fine." she paused for a moment, "But under two conditions; I need at the very least two capable ones. They must past my standards. Aside from myself, you seem to hire bafoons." as she cocked a grin at the man. "And lastly" another wince of pain escaped her as  the adrenaline soon died down allowing her to feel the full extent of her injured shoulder. "And you have to plant the seed that the contractor was assassinated. I can't work with this much pressure. Maybe that'll quell the rest of the assholes looking for me."
Her eyes then locked on the cloaked man, "Agree to this and we have a deal. If not you'll be losing a potentially great ally." It was bold she would even think to make such demands while being pinned to the floor. But this was Fang at her core. Fearless, regardless of the circumstances. Had he declined she wouldn't have cared much going down with the ship, but she was stern in resolve even if it meant her perishing in the process. Silence fell as the man leaned against the side of the ship. Perhaps he was considering her demands, or perhaps he would leave her there to die. The silence was deafening to say the least.
