Graceful Descent

[Kauket]

A warm - yet drunken - chuckle emerged.

"That we shall... I'm sorry that these things have turned out the way they have. A shame we couldn't stomp out the Corsairs together then."

Humoring herself, she picked up the glass once more. Despite all the years that passed by - all the betrayals and changes of circumstance, her utter hatred of the Corsairs had always remained true. Some self reflection was had in that, wondering what the political landscape may have appeared, had Bretonia's demand for subjugation was never made.

In the end, the thoughts of the city loomed over her mind, pondering whether they'll try to restrain her after her offered help. A risk, no less. But, other thoughts emerged, particularly about a certain Elder Nomad. Relieving with a sigh,

"Perhaps things could be far worse... You're not as drab as most spies are." - teasing him once more, she perked a smirk. But she was thankful that he gave a chance, and that his attitude was not as horrendous as most individuals are in Sirius. Even if he was playing a long game too, no doubt was held in her mind that he was expecting it from her too.