Vivienne Daguerre wrote:And if you can take women that forcefully they will be falling at your feet. We are glad to have you Treat!
You allready voluntairing for that ? wow .. Treat .. you did that very fast ..seems your stock gets an enrichment
Hey! This appears to be a conspiracy, all this talk lately of collaring me.
*I hurry back to the house with the small vial procurred from a shady physician of my acquaintance. From the cupboard in the kitchen I find a clean rep cloth and take it to my study. I lift my skirt and unsheath my dagger, placing it on the desk. Very carefully I hold the vial in my hands over the rep cloth, carefully removing the stopper. I tilt it carefully and let two drops fall on the blade, tilting it this way and that, watching the drop of the deadly ost venom roll along the edge. I turn the blade over and repeat the process, coating the edge of the blade evenly on both sides. I blow across the dagger, hastening the drying process. Very carefully I slide the dagger back into the sheath strapped to my leg.
I consider my poor skills with the dagger, but all I would need to do is scratch an attacker and the ost venom would do its deadly work, killing him within three minutes the physician had said. Of course I could never use it against anyone I cared for. In such a situation I would run for the woods. If I could make it to a boat, I could head out for another city. I had banked large sums of money in a few places in accounts known only to me, and accessible only by password. One never knew when one might need access to cash.
I rub the scar on my leg where I had had the brand removed long ago before dropping my skirt. "Never again," I whisper into the dark and empty room. If the worst were to happen, I could always use the poisoned dagger on myself.*