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Dune raised a brow thoughtfully and after a few moments she released a sound that almost resembled one of disbelief, she was giving him the opportunity to escape the wrath of a spy, thief and all around 'bad' creature and he was turning it down. In ways, she was tempted to take up his offer but in others she wasn't - under no circumstances was she going to place someone in a situation they couldn't handle, it was against everything she stood for!

"Think of it this way," She murmured slowly, not bothering to even glance at him as she began to her short 'speech', "You came down here to ask if you owed me anything, in that you revealed to me that you have respect and understand the importance of such a situation - I was beginning to doubt you had even that, in proving yourself to me I would say that we are even." She pointed out and then released a chuckle.

"Besides, I did say it before: You don't need a reason to help people, even in my line of work - although I usually do charge."

"What type of person are you?" She responded, giving a light shrug as she placed her hands upon her thighs and returned her gaze to the ceiling. She seemed to often fall silent when asked a question as though she were considering her response carefully, to ensure it hid any truths or sounded decent within her mind - either that or she really was thinking about the question presented to her and was finding difficulty in conjuring a response.

"I am a spy, a thief and a part-time assassin; if the price is right then I will do anything dark, evil and otherwise frowned upon by traditional society." She mused at last, "I have my own code of honour, my own practices and my own loving family -" She canted her head to the side and pursed her lips; yes, that sounded about right in her mind.

"I am unreadable, a dangerous thing to be to your opponents and an otherwise slippery creature who most mother's would advise their sons to avoid." She chirped at last, a smile flashing up onto her lips at the very thought of a nagging mother trying to keep her son from the wrath of one such as her, a fruitless effort for in the end curiosity always did ensnare them and lead them to her...Well, at least they had plenty of gold when they thought they could drink a girl into a stupor.

(( Balcony => Main Hall ))
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Daniel padded quietly down the stairs, pausing at the bottom. Sitting on the last step, he put his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. He didn't want to intrude, but then, he didn't want to seem eavesdropping... He ran a hand back through his brown hair, strengthening the appearance of harmlessness, and rolled his sleeves down. His arms were the worst; there was only one scar on his face, four thin parallel lines across his left cheek, hardly visible in most lights. But that's what comes from fighting the Felus assassins.

Shifting slightly in his seat, he was not surprised to notice that the masked woman was there, though she no longer wore the mask. Curious. She still smelt slightly of anger, but it was calming; difficult to tell with the miasma of blood masking his nostrils still. He stayed just where he was, not quite sure what to do next.

Roger couldn't help but smile at the answer. It wasn't really all he could have hoped for, but at least it was a good answer, rather than the typical list of hobbies, or work related bunk he got with that question. He was about to ask another, when Dune spoke, and invited someone over...

The man flinched visably, his head turning to left slowly, until his eyes spotted the figure, with a look of apprehension. His body shifted, and the man seemed ready to bolt in an instant.

The man frowned slightly, his left hand reaching up, cupping his ear, which suddenly flared up. Slowly the man inched away from him, and closer to Dune, oddly enough. His frown was deepening, "I'm fine..." he muttered, a bit darker and harder than he usually talked.

Roger shook his head, "Strange place," he muttered, to himself or to Dune, it was quite hard to tell, but his voice didn't carry far, and would be hard pressed to be understood by the newcomer, without reading his lips. "Strange people. Special people... and... I've got a bad feeling about this..."

Dune simply chuckled at Roger's discomfort, he seemed to be more spooked than she was on occasions (or perhaps it was because she could hide her fear) and after a few moments she gave a nod of acknowledgement towards Daniel to show that she had taken note of his name and would make sure not to forget it, "They call me Dune," She murmured, although she was sure he had already heard her name when he walked down the stairs.

"Currently situated in Durem," She added, refraining from delving any further into her location as she by no means had any intentions of allowing anyone to intrude upon her home or the home of her people. Yes, right now she was craving for the embrace of such a sanctuary but eventually she would endure - this place was becoming crowded and the 'peace' disrupted, perhaps she would head back to one of the cities to clear her head for a bit...