I’ve Been Trying To Fix My Pride

Feeling optimistic and cooling fast, Tyrian lay down at the edge of the pit and let his crossed paws dangle over the edge. Her reply gave him hope. That the end to the infernal screeching might be on the horizon was a balm to his irritated senses. He pressed the toes of his front paws together thoughtfully and leaned forward to he could see Viper properly. This was going to work. If he just played it right, played it cool, this would go smoothly. He was leaning heavily on being optimistic but what was a man with frayed nerves to do if murder wasn't an option?

"Anything?" he said with a skeptical frown. Tyrian made a point to eye her up and down as though he didn't believe her. "It won't be easy, but if you really want out and you really want to help, this is what you have to do:" Tyrian leaned in as though sharing with her a grave challenge. "You have to leave and never come back. If anyone ever asks you about Fireside you have to deny you've ever been here and if you ever see any of her members you have to walk away." It was tempting to hold his breath while he waited for a reply, but he forced himself to be normal lest she pick up on his subterfuge. "Do you think you can do that?"