Neverwinter Forest Are you tired of unexpected guests in your villa of villainy?

Catching Black Hat's glare, she instantly recognized the message behind it. Ordinarily, she would have retorted or lashed out, doing as she damn well pleased. But as the situation was proving, she wasn't cut out for throwing sales pitches. Best leave it to the finest of them all. Mercifully, she fell silent, opting to allow her swirling dark thoughts brew within.

A stony, impassive expression settled onto her face as she listened to their exchange, well-rehearsed in the business terms of the Nightwalkers. She kept her eyes on Mal, uncaring if he objected to her staring. What a pathetic excuse for a leader. He was young...probably inexperienced. And he surely had the entirely wrong attitude. Oh how she would love to creep into his skin, to shove whatever stick he had up his ass even further. Maybe another time she'd pass by and leave him a surprise...gift.