She looked into his eyes. True, this was look full of cynicism, however, had something strangely gentle, what the casual observer probably would have taken for sensitivity.
It was the only word she spoke, but in her mouth had the strength of sword and fire. Rah'nam lowered his eyes.
They were sitting in a crowded tavern, one of many in the big - and as the story goes, and what is rather untrue - a wonderful city of Hak'Samath. True, it was not a lot of drow as city was located on the surface and was open to all, but Szahitra not specifically stood out among the guests. Her obsidian black skin glistened slightly in the dark and light brown travel clothes made drowess almost average in the crowd. However, Szahitra wasn't the average person. She was messenger of powerful individual, who never allow anyone to see her in the dirty tavern, such as this.
Drowess slowly, with lazy movement, brushed, her white as snow, hair from face.
"It's not about pay, Medi" she said with modulated tone. She knew that women magic can work for more than a threat, even the most terrible. "It's about your person."
The elf, sitting opposite her, shifted uncomfortably.
"Do you think I am unworthy of trust?" He asked, with slightly trembling voice, which confirmed suspicions of Szahitra. "I can guarantee with my life that I have honest intentions towards you and your client."
Szahitra smiled slightly. He had no idea how powerful will be her god, when he mites his authority over the cities of the elves, men and drow in the Underdark. Drowess had hope that the elf will become so weak mentally, that will tell her everything she wants, but despite the weakness of the caller, he still kept silent and avoided specific answers.
Rah'nam Medir rubbed his sweaty hands and reached for a cup of wine, then realizing that it is empty. He put it on the table nervously.
"This spell is completely safe and works, so if your principal is such a powerful mage as you claim, he will sense a positive vibe, if you can at all speak about positives when it comes to the magic of death ..."
He smiled, but Szahitra did not reciprocate smile. She was not yet desperate enough to go to violent acts, but the sadistic nature of drowess slowly began to take precedence over common sense. He wanted to see the elf flooded by his own blood. However, this was to come sooner or later, and the rush was not indicated.
"That vibration is the key here" she said, smiling sarcastically. "Even I can sense the power of the curse in this necklace. If I will hand it to my client and he would have used it, maybe your caste would have reason to be satisfied."
Elf swallowed. Drowess is always a formidable opponent, but hr heard enough about Messanger of Ahllo'ra, to feel fear. Elven mages from the city actually cursed artifact, trying to weaken the nascent god. Messenger was not a magician, but was gifted by god with gifts, which nobody knew. Much more would have preferred to sit comfortably in room of agenda now, than to oppose the force, which still accounted for a mystery.
"If you do not trust me, I will bring expert."
Szahitra snorted. Her right hand came out slightly ahead, and her fingers touched lightly Rah'nam's fingers. Elf shuddered under the impact of the touch, feeling both fear and elation. He didn't feel a woman touch for so long ...
"Tell ..." she murmured, and her eyes narrowed, they were like a mischievous cat's eyes now. "If you are a good elf, I will teach you how drow reward obedient people."
"Drow do not reward obedient people," she thought, "They take what they want and don't look behind them"
Elf gulped again. She was beautiful, but deadly. Would prefer to the elders not tell him the details of this case. The power of the unknown god terrified him, and was even more terrified by tempting Szahitra's eyes.
Precipitating an empty cup on the ground, he broke his hand from between her fingers and suddenly stood up.
"I'll be in my room" said the firm tone, avoiding the piercing drowess eyes. "Once you decide what you want to do, knock three times. I'll wait until midnight, then I am leaving."
That said, the unfortunate elf walked away briskly, deducting on the way one of his brothers.
Szahitra smiled blissfully and that smile was foreshadowing painful end.
"So you chose" thought with genuine pleasure. "Today I will know your flesh."