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Ooc — Victoria
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January 19, 2015, 04:44 PM
(This post was last modified: January 19, 2015, 04:45 PM by Sinaaq.)
Archive with your post so it's 10 and counts towards EXP? It seemed like a good place to fade especially since I can't realistically see Sin lingering. Thank you for the thread! :-)
The presumed pompous and tight lipped woman told him nothing useful. Nothing that he had not already figured out on his own, without her
unhelpful assistance. He would have been better off bartering the information from a malnourished loner than sit here and try to pull the stick out of her rear-end Sinaaq thought with a inner snicker. Sinaaq had the brief thought that talking to her was like attempting to talk to a brick wall and while in another circumstance he might have admired; or if not admired than at least found her unwillingness to divulge him even a small sliver of information that he could not determine by observation and scent alone as amusing; however, given the circumstances he did
not find it neither. He found it irritating. Infuriating, even. She had put him that far behind on the Outrider trade, more or less turning this into a wasted trip and Sinaaq found that he
yearned for her to go to someone, someday seeking something for a trade only to be entirely screwed over as she had done to him.
This was not the end; not at all. He would get the information he sought: one way or another. Sinaaq Arrluk did not give up, and would not let this dying dog rest. Instead, he would pester and pry until it told him what he desired and only then would the darkling allow it to die. A dark, charming grin was given to her, sure to flash his teeth, though it's intent was more malicious than it was anything else. Currently, Sinaaq was feeling so very far from charmed.
“I do so hope that someone is as helpful to you someday as you were to me,” Sinaaq spoke with a false kindness to his accented voice. Beneath the falsity his words dripped with venom, each one packed with sarcasm. Without another word, the darkling turned and departed from the proximity of their borders, intent on returning to the place he'd agreed to meet Quicksilver, all the while plotting his next course of action.