Sabrae was beat after a hard night of killing. Well, not literally, of course, since she had actually obliterated everything she faced that night. Or any night, really. It seemed that as time went on and her skills increased, the list of people who could oppose her grew shorter and shorter. It was to her surprise, then, that in her resting chamber was a shady figure with a proposition of such promise. It spoke to her in a calm voice. But she couldn't be swayed so easily.

"It really depends. What kind of refinement are you talkin' about?" Sabrae tried to choose her words carefully. She was seriously interested, but had to keep her image guarded at all times. "I get a lot of offers, y'know." She didn't. Nobody had ever approached Sabrae like this, really, and she was colored quite impressed by the boldness of this shady woman.