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Vashti washes her hands meticulously. Dealing with traitors is always unpleasant, and Luzah's cowardice leaves a bad taste in the mouth. No higher beliefs there, just greed.
She reaches for a hand towel before turning back to Ishamael, sitting meditatively at the desk. No reason to be unprofessional.
"Luzah has told me all she can think of, my Lord. But I have no doubt she will bring it to our attention if there is anything that slipped her mind."
At the other end of the room, the woman nods once, jerkily and desperately. Vashti nods.
She reaches for a hand towel before turning back to Ishamael, sitting meditatively at the desk. No reason to be unprofessional.
"Luzah has told me all she can think of, my Lord. But I have no doubt she will bring it to our attention if there is anything that slipped her mind."
At the other end of the room, the woman nods once, jerkily and desperately. Vashti nods.