Natalie boarded the airship dock back to Ul'dah, still wondering if she'd done the right thing. In the past she had no such issues, she had her oath, her orders, and enemies who would stand to fight her. All those were gone now, and she was left to her own actions.
She had gone to met Osric in Limsa, Jin'li had given her the location. There was panic in Ul'dah, no one was sure how to treat the poisoning, and the catacombs were rapidly being filled with the failed attempts. Everyone thought that Osric had corrupted himself completely, that instead of a slave, he was a willing servant. She wasn't so sure, perhaps she mused, because of her own situation. Either way Osric knew more about the poison than anyone in the city, he'd have access to the one who made it... and hopefully one who can cure it.
He had been blithe at first, throwing his normal scarcastic insults, until he flipped the paper she had given him, and saw the death estimated in the city. His face whitened, and that white haired woman of his slid across a note, "We need samples."
She knew he was being monitored, by those damnable collars that seemed to adorn everyone's neck but hers. She cursed him for his traitorousness, that he would let it get this far. Better to die than to do what he has done. She had thrown her cloak at him in disgust, her cloak full of carefully wrapped vials, each containing samples of those affected. The next time I see you, I'm going to kill you, meet me in Drybone if you want to finish this."
She still wasn't sure if Osric deserved a second chance, or even if he would make good use of it. Suddenly Natalie laughed, "It's only fair." She said to no one in particular, "I could use some second chances myself." She slots a linkpearl, "Kage... we need to talk."
She had gone to met Osric in Limsa, Jin'li had given her the location. There was panic in Ul'dah, no one was sure how to treat the poisoning, and the catacombs were rapidly being filled with the failed attempts. Everyone thought that Osric had corrupted himself completely, that instead of a slave, he was a willing servant. She wasn't so sure, perhaps she mused, because of her own situation. Either way Osric knew more about the poison than anyone in the city, he'd have access to the one who made it... and hopefully one who can cure it.
He had been blithe at first, throwing his normal scarcastic insults, until he flipped the paper she had given him, and saw the death estimated in the city. His face whitened, and that white haired woman of his slid across a note, "We need samples."
She knew he was being monitored, by those damnable collars that seemed to adorn everyone's neck but hers. She cursed him for his traitorousness, that he would let it get this far. Better to die than to do what he has done. She had thrown her cloak at him in disgust, her cloak full of carefully wrapped vials, each containing samples of those affected. The next time I see you, I'm going to kill you, meet me in Drybone if you want to finish this."
She still wasn't sure if Osric deserved a second chance, or even if he would make good use of it. Suddenly Natalie laughed, "It's only fair." She said to no one in particular, "I could use some second chances myself." She slots a linkpearl, "Kage... we need to talk."
