Brothels and Signets

Very Feral, Mariam nearly growled at the man, her voice dropping some and laced with something far more than just the normal teasing tone that had happened to come about during the interaction, no, this was far more danger, more threat, than any bit of teasing she could stomach. A warning. We've got elven honey for days, for someone as generous as our Benefactor. She could barely get the words out, stomach churning with the idea that one or both of them might actually have to kiss the letch. This wasn't in the plan. He should have been out by now, the sleeping agent they had been putting in his drink should have toppled a full grown great bear by now, the fact that the man was still awake meant that the agent they had been given was a dud, not likely since Gabe had vetted it himself, or the man had some sort of resistance. Or, all that fat was absorbing the agent.

She dumped the remaining agent into the wine, knowing it would be very bitter by this point, and stirred it, before slipping the freshly poured glass over, leaning into Lyric's side to whisper, If that doesn't knock him out, then we're going to have to be more creative. The drink was downed, and the man was singing with them now, drunkenly, his hands still trying to get at various folds of fabric to see skin. Mariam could put up with him making passes at her, but the moment his hand got to close to Lyric, she was smacking it away, tutting, Not yet, oh gracious one, a gift like her must be unwrapped slowly, as if that would ever happen.

Instead, the man finally started to doze off, one eye still open, as the first bit of snoring rose from him, thank the Maker she hadn't poured in enough to kill him, she was afraid she had. And probably was still a risk, all the more they had given him. Time would tell. Oh Benefactor... she crooned, to see if he was responsive, before motioning for Lyric to twist the ring off. She was already in motion to find the sealing wax and paperwork.

@Lyric Oatshield