Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161218045728

Diaboli's mindset regarding the confrontation was to be expected. After all, they were bad guys, ruthless, incorrigible, Zan thought amusingly. Even so, the event was a massive blemish on an otherwise spotless career, made worse by the fact that as top recruiter for the Dragons, her job was to make allies, not enemies. It had felt good to get that off her chest; she hadn't ever expected to get the opportunity to do that.

She examined Diaboli's digital spreadsheet, detailed with personality from a man whom she hadn't expected to possess  a sense of humor.

"I've got sixty bucks in my wallet," she offered. Her head tilted at the mention of the foreign kingdom.

"I've heard it's way more cutthroat over east, so I guess that would explain a lot." She finished sipping the last of her drink, savoring the biting bittersweet aftertaste left in her mouth.

"Want to head out? We should be able to talk more freely where it's less crowded." Despite the relative freedom of speech afforded to her by the severing of the network, Zan didn't want to risk namedropping the wrong thing and incriminating anyone who was still a loyal ally of the Dragons. And she was still extremely curious about Diaboli, plus their interaction was cordial enough so far. She rose from her seat, and deftly tossed the plastic cup into the trash can several feet away.

"Everything I care about is already here," she began, though her gaze was fixed on the doorway.

"But I was wondering - and please feel free to chide me if I'm asking too much - is there something, or someone, in Mistral, that's important to you?"