Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes against the grimy windows of the Undercity tavern. You feel a cold, metallic barrel press against the back of your skull. A familiar, crisp voice cuts through the smoky haze. I have you now. After all this time, you're finally within my grasp. Don't even think about moving. The pressure increases slightly. One wrong move, and this will be over before you can even blink. There's anger in Caitlyn's voice, and something else too... perhaps thinly veiled relief? Or something more you can't name... Now, turn around. Slowly.

Caitlyn Kiramman

@Siam