The Cost Of Independence

[*Rainbow Prism]

Knocked back, drow took time to quick step back for distance, spitting blood on rotting plank floor to the side.

"Looks like Blood War stalemate, Gra!"

There was groan as she was holding the place where collarbone cracked. She had no experience with physical treatment to know how serious the injury is. A bad habit of relying on regenerative effects of Planes laughed in her face right now.

"But only looks like."

The hand then moved away from hurting place, the ivory ring on it starting to glow and enveloping her in light of restorative energy. Strong conjuration sealed in the band of bone summoned positive energy to spring inside her body, already worst wounds healing immediately, broken bones mending and pain alleviating. The legs skipped few times to assume a stance for quick attack rush. [Ring of Untherite Generals: Mass Cure Moderate Wounds]

But she was standing there. Probably a bad step during combat, but Sillxhistraja wanted to give it a try. Assessing situation, it looked like this was unexpected resistance for this basher. He could be persuaded to rethink his approach.

"Are you ready to live and take another day? I could use warriors like you under my command back in the Halls."

[*Rainbow Prism]

//1d20+31
11+31 = 42

"I want to make a deal. You look like nice investment. Tough enough to take a hit from a girl. Do not be offended - where I come from it's compliment. Anyway, for starters, let's put the weapons away. If you won't like my offer, we can always resume busting skulls of each other."

[*Midnight]

"Oh yeah? Then why does it look like you've turned stag on us, you know that berk has always had it in for The Fated, her old man was one of us."

He has not put his weapon away, he is clearly still angry and suspicious but he is at least listening now, he does not seem to be about to take another swing at her.

[*Rainbow Prism]

"Some things can be heard on the streets. I just widened translation of word 'street'."

The orc was listening, but she had to give the offer he wanted to hear. Wasting time with talk is not going to better the situation.

"Grazhag, do me a sweet favor, will you? Get out of Hives and do not bother the diner. If you skedaddle out of here, I will share some of the dirt I get from inside next time you visit my cabinet. And maybe something to get you promotion closer to these strong hands of yours. Just please, don't be a spoilsport and do not come back."

[*Midnight]

The orc lowers his weapon. It appears he is glad to take away out that doesn't involve getting his head caved in, or appearing like he is running away.

"Alright fine, you do what you have got to do, but I want something from this when you're done!"

He raises his voice and points as if convincing himself he is not the running away if anything it is her doing something for him, he might even believe it.

[*Rainbow Prism]

"It's a deal, then! Just for you no longer trying to tax the establishment we discussed, you will get share of information, even faster than my superiors. Nice doing business with you."

The mace disappeared in the pouch without making it bulge and Sillxhistraja turned away after a courtsey to the basher, attempting to move out from the building and back to Allesha. She was however careful to watch the shadows behind her, not entirely believing the orc would really keep his word.

[*Midnight]

The half orc leaves, Sil may be satisfied to know he is limping. As she returns to The Pantry she finds them clearing up the mess, many of the vagrants have been roped in to helping out. Allesha notices her first.

"Where did you go? The Fated just tried to shut us down again. Those bastards really make my blood boil."

[*Rainbow Prism]

Looking around, drow tried to hide the hurting places when she shrugged.

"Oh, you know, went after vegetables, but kinda was involved into something I really can't explain."

She followed the motions of the beggars helping with cleanup, taking care to tie her hair in knot.

"Why the depths Takers would even try shutting down this place? Aside from chant that Indeps are supposed to be chummy with them... Or, at least traders?"

[*Midnight]

She continues tidying as she explains.

"The Fated have always hated me. They don't like me helping people for free. The rest of the Free League, the ones in the Bazzar that is belly ache about the hard heads, personally I wish I saw more Harmonium around here to keep Fated thugs like that away."

[*Rainbow Prism]

Sill took the broom, starting to sweep out the splinters and stone chips.

"So they send four or five members to rough up the place? Talk about priorities." she shakes head, chuckling. "I gather hard heads are not too strict on indeps in market if you want their protection that much?"