"My dear Skull, I merely wish to give you a very special gift!" Kirriam answered demurely. "Something I think you deserve very much! Something I have right in here." If Kirriam's presence alone hadn't attracted the attention of the Shadow Riders, they were certainly interested now as she ran her fingers lightly over her bodice. "You could have had this at any time, simply for the asking," she purred, stepping a little closer to the Dark Elf, "but since you did not ask, I shall give it to you of my own free will."Slipping her fingers very slowly into her low cut neckline, she smiled coyly as Skull watched. Then, pulling her hand out of her bodice, she gave Skull a small, ladylike, bejeweled but obviously functional dagger.
She let three seconds pass by for the impact of what she had done to sink in, before launching into Skull in a tirade that would have made even the gods cringe.
"You DOLT! I have been carrying that this whole time! Do you understand what you did? YOU BROUGHT AN ARMED PRISONER INTO YOUR CAMP! Did you ever think to search me for weapons when you and your cohorts intercepted me? NO! I realize that my little dagger would not have been able to get me past even one of you, but THAT! IS! NOT! THE! POINT! You did not once even ASK me if I was carrying any weapons, you idiot! Who knows what I might have had hidden in here! Perhaps it is not my place to be telling you how to do your job, but I can say for certain that you ought to be a little more careful if you want to keep impressing your friends with what a big tough soldier you are! I may be just a lady of the court with no real understanding of a mercenary's life, but even I know better than to simply trust that a 'prisoner of war' has no weapons! Are you that easily distracted by a pretty face and the possibility of the 'games' you want to play?! Honestly, I can't believe how lax your idea of security is! Let me make this suggestion, Skull, if this mercenary work is proving to be too difficult for you, I know several ladies who would be more than willing to teach you embroidery!"
Glancing at her audience, whose expressions ranged from shock to outright amusement, to even a few cheering her on, she turned back to Skull and immediately switched to coy flirtatiousness again, switching the direction of her point entirely, just to mess with Skull a little more. "Oh, and by the way, my dear Skull, I do wish to thank you for being such a gentleman and not frisking me for weapons earlier! Ta-ta!"
With that, feeling quite the catharsis now that she had at last finally gotten the upper hand, even if for only a few moments, she lightly sprang onto her horse, which had been obligingly brought to her by the Drow she had asked for that favor. Blowing Skull a kiss, she turned to see her brother among the crowd, staring horror-struck at her, dead pale and completely unable to make a sound.
"Well, Tolan, what are you waiting for?" she chirped gaily. "Let us be on our way!"
