"Me?" she asked, shocked. "For who?"
"You tell me," he shrugs.
"What in the hell makes you think I'm a spy?"
"An observer, maybe," he replied.
"Why would I be? I'm stuck in this dumb place because my clan betrayed me."
"You're clan?"
"Yes…I used to be part of a clan."
"What clan?" he asked, as he completed his venison burger.
"The Northern Lunar Clan," she answered. "We made up almost the entire northern continent...and I was next in line to rule."
"What happened?"
"I was betrayed. One of my clan members set me up and framed me for a crime. Causing me to get exiled," she growled.
"What crime?"
"I was blamed for murdering the current leader."
"Do you know who did it?"
"I have no proof…so it doesn't matter."
"That…" he smirks, "I can help with. Is the crime scene photos and evidence still around somewhere?"
"The body was cremated, and as for photos…if there were any, I don't have access to any of them. I was exiled from the territory."
"Do you want your spot back?" he asked, smirking.
"I can't…" she said sadly.
"Why not?" he asked.
"It's impossible…"
"Nothing is impossible," he said, rolling his eyes.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked curiously.
"I get the information for what I need, and I can accuse the one that framed you," he said simply.
"There's not enough evidence against him…this happened one hundred years ago…it's a dead case," she replied hopelessly. "Besides, outsiders aren't allowed into the clan territory."
"Is that a challenge I just heard…?" he asked.
"No…" she replied. "It's a straight out fact. If you interfere there's no way that I can be forgiving. I can still be accepted back in."
"Of course," he smirked.
"Yes…I'm waiting for the clan's messenger to come for me for my final sentencing."
"How long?"
"Well it's been one hundred years next week…" she thought. "So anytime after that."
"Too long…" he sighs.
"A week? After one hundred years of banishment, I think a week it no time at all!" she explained.
"Hmmm…nah."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Patience isn't my virtue," he smirks.
"Well that's something you'll have to get over. There's no choice in the matter."
"Maybe…maybe not."
"There is no way around this. They'll kill me if I go against the laws," she said seriously.
"Fine, fine, fine…" he sighed. "You people and your stupid laws."
"Well excuse me if I can't do anything about it," she growled. "I have been waiting one hundred years for this! And there's the possibility that it can be extended!"
"Loosen up," he smirks. "Jeez…you sound like—"
"What?"
"Nothing!" he shakes his head. You sound all uptight! Loosen up!"
"My life is on the line...and you want me to 'loosen up'?"
"Pretty much, yeah," he replied after thinking for a second.
"Why?" she asked, shocked.
"Well…" he began, "For one, you're not as sexy when you complain…second of all, you last longer."
"I—" she blushed. "Um…right."
He snickers as she looks away embarrassed.