thank you Seven *SS*

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"I will will I."

He grinned as he picked up his tankard, he likes a woman that is confidant.

He noticed Bernices approach to the table and the envelope she handed you. He gave her a nod of his head as she turned to leave, he started to watch you open it but turned his gaze to look around the room cause that was none of his business

Smiles as you come over to flop down, and then kinda makes a little face as you kiss her earlobe, but then smiles wildly.

"It's okay. Wires get crossed sometimes. You are always welcome here, little one."

Nods lots.

pads quickly over to flop down beside you*

*hesitates then leans in and kisses your ear lobe*

we got some wires crossed last time

thanks for welcoming me back in

"Of course you can!"

Smiles and motions to the bed as she lays there.

"Lay down! Make yourself comfy!"

Giggles.

*bites my lip*

i was hoping to join you on it? *SS*

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She smirks a little and eyes you with that amber gaze, before just over the edge of her tankard and before taking another drink she said,

"but...you will..."

and at that moment Bernice approached, a subtle yet purposeful look in her eyes. Bernice held a small envelope, sealed with a simple wax stamp, and leaned in close to Treson’s ear.

“This just came in,”

Bernice whispered softly, stepping back with a nod, her eyes conveying the importance of the message.

Treson watched Bernice walk away, With a quick glance toward Gunnar, she raised a thin brow in silent acknowledgment of the discreet delivery.

Sliding off to the side of the table, Treson carefully opened the envelope, making sure to keep her actions concealed from prying eyes. Inside, she found what she expected to find. Running her thumb over the contents, she felt the familiar texture, assuring her that everything was as it should be.

With a nod of satisfaction, she reclosed the envelope and slipped it securely into a inner pocket . Her mind was already planning ahead, knowing that in two days' time, she should expect the arrival of a certain someone to collect the package. Everything was accounted for, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her.

Stops mid-step and turns to head back over to her bed to flop back onto it.

"I mean, if you don't want me near you, all you have to do is say so."

Giggles.

#r-ctypark Elodie Stone and Hugo Starling - the plot thickens.

hello Seven

fine thanks

please stay on the bed *S*

"Good evening, little one. How are you?"

Smiles and moves to stand from the bed and come over to you.

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"Wait my job?...I do not remember you asking me nor do I remember a=excepting this job."

He turns to face you

visits

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"well I guess it could be purple moss....I sure the Fu*ck aint getting close enough to find out...no that is your job thank you."

And she takes another drink.

Lays on her bed and just kinda...hangs out.

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"That is good to know and since he will leave me alone, I will do the same, he has nothing to fear from me."

There is a slow rise to one single brow and this expression takes on a you have got to be kidding look, he glances from you to the drink and back again

"Either you have gone crazy from the heat, or you have had enough to drink. I mean really patches of purple fur."

pear

Stirring, as she slowly comes to. Blues opening and adjusting to the dim light as she stretches her petite frame on the hard cot before sitting up.

i It's been a month or so ... she really lost track of time ... since They brought her here, wherever ... here ... was, kicking and screaming after the sham "trial" where she was found guilty ... of something.

Since then, she rarely left her cell, being fed and, on occasion, taken by the Guards. The place was a sauna, even at night. Apparently, the only way to even get some AC was to work in some sort of brothel at the jail. Or so she heard one of the guards explain it to another girl. She shuddered when she thought of the things that must take place in that brothel. She'd rather sweat in here than be taken up there.

Stirring, as she slowly comes to. Blues opening and adjusting to the dim light as she stretches her petite frame on the hard cot before sitting up.

It's been a month or so ... she really lost track of time ... since They brought her here, wherever ... here ... was, kicking and screaming after the sham "trial" where she was found guilty ... of something.

Since then, she rarely left her cell, being fed and, on occasion, taken by the Guards. The place was a sauna, even at night. Apparently, the only way to even get some AC was to work in some sort of brother at the jail. Or so she heard one of the guards explain it to another girl. She shuddered when she thought of the things that must take place in that brothel. She'd rather sweat in here than be taken up there.

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He gives a half chuckle

"Close enough she say."

He takes another drink before placing the tankard to the table and looking at you

"Seriously there is a troll on the other side of the camp?...Sniglhotter...with a name like that must be a real looker."