Quki rushes to the keyhole, eyeing the outside, wanting to guarantee no one is eavesdropping. She stays for at least a minute like this before glancing at windows, if the room has any, and under the bed. After assuring their privacy, she takes off the hood from her head, showing it was painted black, with blue highlights instead of their usual white/red combo. She turns to Clio, forcing a smile
" I need to dissapear, plain and simple. "
She chuckles a bit, raising her hand, where there is a single diamond ring...even though she did what she did, she still refuses to take off the ring...a reminder it is.
" Making it short and sweet, my heirloom was stolen from me by a relative I never knew existed. This relative basically sold me in slavery to a wealthy family to be the wife of a person. Raisan Arcmantle. "
She pauses again, taking a deep breath.
" If I didn't, I would be sent to some deep mine in Thanalan for the rest of my life to pay off my deceased dad's debts. And well...I don't plan the first neither the second one. It's not that Raisan is a bad person, he is definetly self-made and...pretty handsome. It's just a matter of principle I suppose, I don't want the rest of my life being constantly measured because of some marriage I never wanted. "
She finishes, not looking directly at Clio.
" I need to dissapear, plain and simple. "
She chuckles a bit, raising her hand, where there is a single diamond ring...even though she did what she did, she still refuses to take off the ring...a reminder it is.
" Making it short and sweet, my heirloom was stolen from me by a relative I never knew existed. This relative basically sold me in slavery to a wealthy family to be the wife of a person. Raisan Arcmantle. "
She pauses again, taking a deep breath.
" If I didn't, I would be sent to some deep mine in Thanalan for the rest of my life to pay off my deceased dad's debts. And well...I don't plan the first neither the second one. It's not that Raisan is a bad person, he is definetly self-made and...pretty handsome. It's just a matter of principle I suppose, I don't want the rest of my life being constantly measured because of some marriage I never wanted. "
She finishes, not looking directly at Clio.
