Panem et Circenses

[Ariadne Fyrian]

She waited for the captain to be gone before focussing her attentions once more to Draxus. Mako held a gruffness to him that she could respect, though only from afar.

Fyrian was determined though, to pull what she could from this trip to Necia before having to leave, and she leaned on the marble railing, green eyes on the Satrap.

"You intend to keep me from my own duties and business for longer than I had originally thought. I do hope that you are ready to make it worth my while."

[Csephion Draxus]

Draxus smiled at that. He wasn't a fool.

"I had expected a mercenary bent to my request. Will you be wanting payment sooner rather than later?"

He tilted back his wine and admired the sunlight in her green eyes.

[Ariadne Fyrian]

"That depends on entirely what sort of payment you are willing to offer."

Fyrian shifted her stance so that she was resting more comfortably against the railing.

"And whether or not it is sufficient enough for my taste."

[Csephion Draxus]

He gestured for her to follow him back inside the villa.

"Fortunately I have exactly the place to discuss such arrangements. It is both comfortable and away from the prying attentions of others. Discuss with me as vigorously as you please. I expect a stimulating dialogue until we reach a mutual agreement."