“Chatting”

By his eyes darting between the heating dagger and her, Alexis could tell the Brotherhood member was, in fact, reconsidering his earlier statement.

“What?!”
he finally spat. Alexis smiled slightly.

“Ain’t that nice of you. So, how about we start with something simple.”

She thrust her thumb towards the assortment of vials and powders she collected from him.

“One of my friends is an assassin, too.”

Seeing him grimace at the term, she could infer they thought themselves something ‘better’ than that. She remembered Agizul explaining they wore black as a symbol of their beliefs. So they probably considered themselves holy warriors or something. Pretty Inquisition-like, then.

“He likes to be well equipped at all times. Seems to me you guys do as well. Why don’t you walk me through what these things do?”

“As if you knew to handle them even if I told you.”

He sneered at her to which she uncaringly shrugged.

“Fair point.”

She proceeded to empty each and every vial and pouch right before his eyes. It didn’t matter. Poison had never been her style, and she didn’t see that change anytime soon. Would have been nice to know what they were working with but she could always chance a guess that it would range from incapacitation to killing.

Alexis casually prepared a mug of tea and set it to the fire to boil when she was done, the assassin positively fuming at this point.

“Let’s move on to the more spicy questions then, shall we?”
She picked up the still heating dagger and twirled it between her hands as if to just give them something to do. He watched, his frown deepening.

“The girls that follow the Call. Why are you killing them?”

Surprise flashed over his face for a very, very short moment, but he covered it up pretty quickly with a condescending smirk.

“What do you think, heathen? So the Prophetess finally stays dead!”
He barked a laugh.

“You should be thanking us! That should please the demon lords you serve, no? The spiritual leader of the Twin Gods gone, and you needn’t even lift a finger!”

“Just take the blame, hm?”
Alexis ventured rhetorically, gaining a snort.

“You don’t need us to make enemies, outsider.”

“True enough.”
She murmured, more to herself.
“Begs the question though, why do you want your spiritual leader gone?”

The man sneered with disgust and spat into the dirt.

“She is NOT our leader!”
He barked.
“She’s an abomination! Sin incarnate! Just as unholy as your demon lords!”
It seemed to dawn on him then that he was talking too much too freely and he growled.
“None of your business, infidel!”

Alexis cocked an eyebrow. Interesting. Issues with the prophetess definitely ran deeper than her being Odonine, then. She wondered…

“Hmmm. But since we are discussing important figures of faith right now…”

She stilled the blade in her hand and leaned forward, staring into his eyes piercingly.

“Ziarae.”