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[Yasamin]

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Yasamin sat down, her hands folded on her lap. She was "being good", at least for the moment. She was bored; the sounds of the tavern droned into her brain, swirling around, causin her eyes to glaze over. God, she was bored and wanted a little excitement. She drummed her fingers against the table. Suddenly, excitement walked in. The stranger locked his eyes on the bored woman, and "easy" target.

"Jack, Jack's the name, pretty lady."

Her eyes lifted up to his face, boredom flickering still in her eyes. He was afronted. How dare she? His ego was taking a hit. Suddenly he grasped her arm, giving a tug. "Can we talk somewhere private?" She gave a deadly smile, her heartbeat speeding up slightly. Well, she had wanted excitement.

"Sure," she said, nonchallantly following him out the sweeping doors of the tavern. He turned, dragging her against him, his mouth a rough and uninviting onslaught. Her heartbeat raced, anger, pure and sweet coursed through her and her hands lifted, giving a warning shove. How dare he? Her mind raced as her hand slid down his chest, a small groan coming from his throat. Her hand closed upon it, and a moment later, the butte of his own dagger was shoved into his groin. she relished the widening of his eyes as he stumbled backwards.

The dagger dropped. She turned. Enough excitement for one night.
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(4:45:41 PM) Jarem: It becomes increasingly difficult to feel noble in my causes when my cause is to defend my charge from her own violent tendencies.