in the corner with a tattered trunk at its feet. On the other side of the room was a table and a metal water bowl. A truly spartan décor.
The door behind him closed of its own accord. He turned on his heel, automatically reaching for his sword. He froze when he saw her at the door with a pistol in her hand and a sabre at her side.
Gizel looked beautiful, as always anyway, and he could see amusement in her emerald eyes. She was wearing a simple dress that accentuated her shapely body. With weapon in hand and a slightly cold smile, she looked the same as when they first met.
-Hello Darius -she said in her singing voice.-We haven't seen each other for a long time, have we?
The mage suddenly clouded over remembering their last meeting. He was running through the park and she was yelling something through the window watching her husband and some of his men trying to shoot her fleeing lover.
-Hello Gizel.- He brought a forced smile to his face.-When we saw each other for the last time, your husband tried to shoot me.- He said bitterly.-But I am not here to reminisce about old times. -The mage wanted to settle this as soon as possible and return to Dagos.
-I suspected you would want something.-She shook her head and lowered the pistol's cock slowly.-And yet I was hoping for some reminiscences.-She smiled flirtatiously at him and looked defiantly at the bed behind him.
-Stop, I don't have time.- He growled a little more insistently than he would have liked.- Eh... Never mind.- He waved his hand and sat down on the trunk.- We need your help.
-We? I mean you and who?- Gizel's face was now poker-faced, and her cold eyes surveyed Bleist.
-Me and Othis.- The mage looked all the while at the pistol she held in her hand. He didn't really want her to surprise him with something.
-The Atlantean Ambassador to Dagos wants help from me.- Gizel seemed surprised, but she might as well play along.
