Brothels and Signets

Mariam's nostrils flared with irritation at the man, so much so that she didn't notice at first that Lyric had used her real name, but the man, currently accepting another full glass of wine, had caught it, "Oh you all use stage names too then! Are you really sisters then? Come now, let me see if that red matches down below!" Mariam was going to murder everyone and everything in that moment, even as she tried to let Lyric handle this part as she added a bit more sleeping powder to the bottle out of sight.

Of couuuuurse we're sisters, look at us, and tell me you can't tell we're from the same family, all this red hair and pale skin, why, everyone of us look like this, all six of us, all girls too, our poor Da. Because even if when he woke, he remembered a name, she had no family left in the world, save Gabe, so that would at least help her stay a step or two ahead.

And once the man was done drinking that goblet, she handed over the new bottle of wine, giving Lyric a face of disbelief the man was still concious, they'd given him enough of the herb to knock out a Warden completely, but the man was still upright, was he metabolizing it so fast that they couldn't get enough in him? But his eyes were glossy finally, maybe, just maybe they needed to wait a bit, another drink. Only the best for our benefactor.

And maybe a punch dagger through the ribs if he got handsy again like that.

@Lyric Oatshield