Chapter II: Honor Among Thieves
"Nothing that was intended for you, dear lady," Stro'to says, pressing the 'delete' button surreptitiously on his message, and eying off the potential exits to this room even more surreptitiously. "What happened to your stomach, Vayla?" Stro'to attempts to deflect everyone's attention from himself subtly, eying the bleeding wound with a good imitation of genuine concern.