Her head whipped around to the illithid. Her eyes dropped to the chains that ensnared them both before meeting his gaze again. "Don't make me hurt you, Vashir. You know we'd both like it too much."
She released him then, her chains retracting back to their decorative size and dangled at about a foot long. The hooks retracted completely.
Turning her gaze back to Zig, her tone lightened. "We've known each other for seventy-five years and I haven't stabbed him once. I have three simple rules for avoiding my bad side. One, don't be a slaver. Two, don't attempt to take my life. Three, don't enter into the fighting pit with me. If you must break one of the rules, number three is a good one. You've a chance of recovering and I'll buy you ale if you put up a good fight."
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