[D7, LA, Zakk’s Corpse Curing Taxidermy Shop] Nope! Mhasha Zakk(expecting)

[Thaddeus]

Thad nods in understanding with Whisper, but something Illiam said catches his attention.

"Until what tiny dancer?"

[Illiam'iira]

Illia freezes up a moment, then, very tentatively, mumbles -- "Until I go home," hugging herself. The words do not roll easily off the tongue.

[Thaddeus]

"Hmmm... I know a little from what you've told me, and it certainly doesn't sound like you want to go home, so why must you?

If you don't have the power now to stay, then attach yourself to someone who does. I'd say it's safe to say you'd be a hit with the Society."

[Whisper]

"Everyone should be free to do as they choose. I know a league of people who would help ensure that." Whisper added.

[Illiam'iira]

The drow forces herself to relax and reach out, patting the satyr on the forearm as she looks between the two men. "No, I -- uhm -- can we have this conversation, uh, after the taxidermist's? It's -- uhm -- complicated..."

[Flession]

The inscription on the iron door has yet to change: "Mourn not for death, but for birth."

[Thaddeus]

Thad looks Illiam in the eyes with an unwavering gaze, "Only if you promise we will have that conversation and you aren't just avoidin' the problem."

[Illiam'iira]

"Yes," She responds meekly, eyes lowering. "I mean -- yes, yes I will. Promise!" Breathing in, Illi stands up straight and walks through the door.

[Whisper]

Whisper said nothing else.

[Thaddeus]

The inscription on the iron door has yet to change: "Mourn not for death, but for birth."

Appeased by Illiam's answer, he enters the shop and calls out, "Mhasha my lovely, I've brought more customers for you today."