"You can't be serious!" The younger elf exclaimed with a fist on the table in front of them. The room was heated, full of the electric energy of disagreement. The two elves, though close since young adulthood, had very different ideas of how things should go. "Don't be a naive." Sindel, though a scoundrel by any means, had a different moral compass than Meralys. She was not one for stone cold murder - there were certainly other means. Such was always the argument between thief and assassin. The woman that lurked in the corner, blonde hair braided down her back, seemed disinterested. "Sindel, get over yourself." No stranger to death by her hand, she didn't care as long as the job was done.