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[CrimsonMoon]

".... Well... Thats gonna cost you a small fortune, my friend, you sure..? We have better ladies..."

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His expression hardened, "I didn't ask about any of the other women. If I cared, I would have. I want them."

[CrimsonMoon]

The man stares back for a moment before bursting into laughter," If you can afford them then.... I want twenty thousand Draechma in my hand," he holds his beefy palm out, Indigo flinching, that was ridiculous

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The Targaryen prince's purple eyes narrowed, though it was difficult to read into what he was thinking. He found the man's face to be very annoying. He didn't like the way he looked at all, "Twenty thousand Draechma?" he asked coolly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Indeed," the man cofirms, his gaze arrigant and triumphant. Indigo watches with half-closed eyes," she hated being so helpless...

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Olin rolled his eyes- he'd remember this for the future. It would give him a reason to be even crueler, "Fine."

[CrimsonMoon]

The man smirks, an ugly twisted smirk," It was a pleasure doing buisness with you," He still holds his hand out, in either a hand shake now or just begging for the coins...

Indigo watches in silence, biting her lip. She knew that in order to pay him back...( and protect Maida) she would have to obey him... Atleast for now..

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(I'm tempted to have him cut off his hand..,xD)

Olin never stopped staring at the man as he reached into his pocket.

[CrimsonMoon]

Ur choice buddy)

Indigo looks away, feeling guilty

The man shuffles impatiently

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

(I'm weighing my options..)

The prince scowled, obviously not appreciating the man's attitude. Such obvious greed disgusted him. His hand closed around something cold and metal..

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo blinks and hugs Maida so she is turned away, She watches him with glittering eyes, her mousey bangs covering one eye

The man rumbles," Well man? Are you going to pay or not for those w****s?!"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

His purple eyes flashed and he drew out a long dagger, bringing the metal down and severing the fat hand from the wrist, "I /was/, but maybe now I'm not."

[CrimsonMoon]

The man screams, indigo covering Maida's ears calmly as she watches the man flail and tumble away cursing. Her gold brown gaze remains on him, unreadable was her expression, though... Gratitude flashed in her gaze briefly

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Olin brought the red stained dagger back to his side, "I don't like being demanded of. You'd do best to learn that."

[CrimsonMoon]

She stares at him a moment longer, gently raising Maida's gaze back up," I will..." she promises silently

The mute looks at him, the fear seeming to faded into askitishness as she bobs to him

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Now," he grunted, wiping the blood off on a nearby tapestry, "follow me." He started toward the exit, where his men waited with horses.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl's follow him quickly, Indigo snatching two cloaks from what seemed like the 'women's' official cloak pile and gives one to Maida, hurrying after him

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The prince barely said a word to his men, other than ordering one to give the girls his horse. He didn't want them slowing them down.

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida sat in front of Indigo, indigo having the reigns. The cold night air made their breast mist the sky in great columns

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Prince Olin shouted for the men to fall in line, keeping the girls beside him. He still seemed like the angry sort, though he'd been kinder to Indigo than any other man would have.