[CupcakeDolly]

Rue had been forging their path, going off of the artificer's most obvious whims. She saw that he wanted to meet with the blind assassin, she sighed and gritted her teeth both figuratively and literally, although she was less than ready to trouble herself any more than she had been just to be able to call in favors from him.

When she heard his call to the armory, she paused, considering what to do. Why had the man given away that information? She sighed. So much for a low profile. It was only a matter of time before someone identified her, and then the fires of Hell (perhaps literally and figuratively, again) would be raining down on her.

Interrupting her thoughts as she continued walking, Rue shivered the sudden touch of Lev's fingers, and for some reason found herself unable to look at him as he spoke to her. How had it known her name? She had been more than careful not to disclose it to anybody. She wondered in a slight panic whether she had lost control of who her memories had been directed toward, and what the monstrous man might have gleaned from them. She pressed hesitantly at the presence of whatever force now controlled him, both curious and afraid of what she would find there. As before, it was nothing but incoherent and ravenous hunger - but somehow clearer and milder than before, almost taking on its own distinguishable mental pattern. Whatever it was within the man, its feast had strengthened and tamed it.

Rue laughed, only partly from amusement but also to shake away the the momentary fear that gripped her. Nobody knew her most well-kept secrets, she was certain of that, and it was arrogant of the monster to assume that he might. "Satiate your hunger? There may be plenty of chances for that yet, if things continue the way they have been." She muttered tiredly as the armory came into sight, "In fact, you may have your next chance very soon."