As far as jobs went, this one wasn't really bad. Most importantly, it seemed highly possible that they could actually part ways after the job without having to kill anyone, especially those they just worked with.
Rather funny given that she was working with a half-demon.
The job should be quite simple, if it was successful then it should be thievery, although there was also a possibility that this might turn into a robbery.
Even thought Nytalia was sure that she remembered every detail of Neeshekal's plan, she continued to concentrate on the other's word as she didn't want to accidentally miss something important.
But she was very tempted to let her mind wonder. She had arrived in Neverwinter at this time of the year, and it has also been two exact years since she saw him for the third time.
Bishop- that was probably not his real name but she was rather sure that this was the name he told everyone, so the only one who knew more was the person in question himself, which was natural enough.
It seemed that he tended to return to the city at this time of the year. Now that she thought about it- she had met him in Luskan at this time of the year as well.
Maybe he alternated his time between Neverwinter and Luskan, and since he did not come to Neverwinter last year, then it was highly possible that he might be coming this year.
But then he could have returned to the city without choosing to find her.
Why did she have this fascination with that man? Was it really just because he was the first man she slept with? Or was it because he saved her? But such an act of heroism was pretty pathetic.
Maybe this really was fate's trick on her.
He left her two years ago and it was just like the first time. She sat up and watched him preparing to leave without doing anything else.
"No fond farewells?" he mocked out when he reached the door.
"I will save that for next time."
"You think there will be a next time?"
"It is up to you, isn't it?" She said before she lay down again.
The locks were not very difficult although it did take longer then his anticipation because she seemed to have installed some new locks.
After making sure that no one else was in, he slouched on her bed. Her absence was not really surprising because he would have had to spend more time unlocking the door if she was inside.
As she herself said, there really wasn't much worth stealing in the room: it really just has cheap furniture along with some personal items that were probably of a same quality as well.
The only food and drink she had was a bottle of cheap ale as well as some extremely dry bread. While he chooses to disregard the bread due to the slight greenness at certain parts, he was not so strict when it came to drinks.
A mistake because he ended up spitting it out after the first sip.
Were all women lacking in this area? He thought as he spat on the floor, wanting to get rid of the after taste. The bottle was thrown over his shoulders, this was not a waste as what was in there was trash.
Maybe he should go to the sunken flagon and have some decent ale in order to wash the taste off. Surprisingly, Duncan was actually good at something.
She would probably be back after he had enough drinks…
A deep frown appeared when he realised what his thoughts meant. He was actually going to deliberately return to her? He would do such a thing for a woman he has only met three times?
No, the amount of meeting has nothing to do with this, he simply hated being bound to something.
To the Sunken Flagon it is, Bishop decided, but the only difference is that he would not return. He would leave Neverwinter from the Sunken Flagon.
Nytalia decided that it was pretty good to work with a woman, even if she was a trifling, because there were certain understandings between women.
The job was rather profitable too, and she would like to work with Neeshekal again.
She immediately noticed that someone had entered her room because the locks were open. Pulling out her short sword, she kicked the door with just the right pressure: hard enough to open it, but not hard enough to make her having to spend money in replacing it.
The broken bottle in the middle of her room along with the slightly rumpled bed caused her to smile very bitterly.
"So you did come to Neverwinter, Bishop." She commented. "But you left. Why? It is because you think that I will see that as a sign of commitment?
"I am not that stupid." She muttered.
More then anything, Bishop hated being bound to anyone, but he didn't realise that there was already something that would bind the two of them together.
