Dionne took a slow sip out of her ale, trying to think of some allies she could call upon, but there was none that she really trusted, maybe apart from the cathian that went into the sewers with her. Either way, this was a sonari buisness.
"None that I can think of to be honest but neither am I rich..."
"Alas, neither am I. Perhaps enough to hire one, but even that is not a guarantee.
What friends I had within the House of Galena have faded away. I am familiar with Shen, the shopowner and Healer. Though I doubt well enough to be able to call on his aid without yet more coin, or some kind of payment.
We need more gold, or more friends...or both."
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."
::She smirks as she finally relaxes a bit and reaches for her drink. There was not much they could do at this point, aside from going back alone. And that just did not seem wise to her.
Perhaps they will find a way in time to get the help they needed. She just hoped it wouldn't be too late.::
"Ha!
It probably is. I would live there as well, but my duties with Galena require I stay near as much as possible."
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart."