Eithne returned Vargis' smile when he smiled at her. She was sure it was true. Lords and Ladies had never given her a reason to think otherwise. She'd seen what they did to people, and while there was always someone saying that not everyone was alike or not every person with money would abuse it, Eithne had lived a different life and knew the truth. It only took one reason, money, power, a wman, a man, something. Whatever their weakness was it eventually drove them off that narrow path from good to bad.
She, however, never pretended that she was a good and perfect soul. Far from it. She may not have killed to have money in her pocket, and may not have stolen from the poor in order to feed herself. But she was as crooked as any of them and would continue to be so because everyone was. However, Eithne would always trust the crooked before she trusted those branded good and pure, or of noble birth or whatever they wanted to say. A thief might not share his gold but he would buy a round for any willing to listen. A Lord would not do the same.
These white riders, which she was a part of, were only slightly different. But she didn't know how different, or why just yet. They all had stories. The problem was Eithne was too busy trying to do her job and keep her distance from knowing too much or being too attached to care. Things always changed. She was not going to get her hopes up. They had stopped laughing.
"Of course." Eithne rolled her eyes.
"You know they're going to do something to test us, I'm sure not very many exciting things happen out here. It'll probably the event of the year. How far can we be pushed, how long until one of us twitches. If I lived out here.." Eithne ground her cigarette into the floor.