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[haradrim]

No. I am tired of this. I will not skulk and hide like a common cutthroat. One way or the other, this will end.

*eludes Halbarad and rushes down the hallway, catching up with Faramir before he can vanish into the maze of corridors -- taps him on the shoulder*

You. Steward. We need to talk.

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[xrumilx]

...Sulking is good for the soul...

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[haradrim]

In reasonable doses. *doubletakes*

[faramirofgondor]

*turns and blinks in surprise*

We do? Is something wrong, Miss? If you've been ill treated during your stay here...

*pauses in oblivious confusion, awaits your reply*

((and that's about all for tonight, long day and braindead. Off for dinner and to find the bed! Can post through the day tomorrow, though!))

((fair enough!))

[haradrim]

I have been treated well, thank you.

*hesitates, then forges grimly onward with this, keeping her empty hands spread to the sides so Faramir can see that she is unarmed*

Your people have been very kind to me. We desert folk do not do so well in prison cells.

((Alright then, let the games begin))

[faramirofgondor]

*caught off-guard, Faramir stares at Nadiyah in confusion for a few moments, but then all the clues slip into place. Desert folk. Prison cells. He already knew his would-be assassin was still in Tirith, but he had assumed as a prisoner. And had partially assumed his enemy was a man.*

*His eyes dart over her shoulder to the great hall, a room he often uses for research and meetings*

So, then. Nadiyah. It would seem we do have a matter to discuss. If you would please be seated in the great hall, I will join you in one moment.

*He quickly strides to the front entrance, speaks to the guards there, and very soon returns to the great hall, accompanied by two guards who station themselves inside the doorway, watching the woman intently*

Now, then. Would you care to explain to me why you wish me to die?

((This should be...interesting.))

[haradrim]

*sits but does not relax, ramrod-straight with her hands knotted together in her lap*

You were not told...? Your men, you and your rangers, you slaughtered my people near the Black Land. We went to war, but that was not war. That was ambush. That was murder.

I had two young brothers. *stares down at her hands* Now I do not.

*looks back up with fire in her dark eyes, fire to hold back the tears, daring him to speak*