The Establishment Fall 30th, AV 511 Zandelia found the afternoon to be a quite rapid affair, losing the time without much notice as she spent her energies running missives time and time again. It w as hard thing to do, to run back and forth – dodging and weaving through both streets and their occupants – countless times a day and all across the township of Sunberth. Still, she was becoming acclimatised to such exertion now, remembering, almost with laughter and derision, how on those first few days she had been spluttering her lungs out in wheezing gasps. Her body had adapted quite quickly, though, complemented with the training she undertook with Mok and others – on top of her employment of course. Sometimes I wonder why I was ever so unfit. I must’ve been mad to think I had had the strength and endurance to make it in Sunberth she told herself as she absently fiddled with the buckles and straps of her gauntlets. Made of cold iron, and fitted with spikes upon the knuckles, they were a chilling affair that sometimes seemed to make her arms nub from the elbow downwards – their almost ethereal chill infectious. She sat idly, scanning her eyes around The Establishment, awaiting the last job of her day to find her so that she might complete it and finally go home – having done her duty to Tua. She had grown accustomed to the place now, almost seeing it as a second home. She had been disgusted by the fetid smells and her eyes had strained to penetrate the dim-lit rooms at first, but now she rather liked the place. It was a testament to the unfailing spirit of Sunberthians. No matter how many times they were robbed, cheated and stabbed according to some scars, they still carried on heaving themselves upwards – trying in vain to reach to the heavens. It was a point of pride for her, she supposed, that Sunberthians could most probably out-do denizens of other lands at willfull and misguided optimism. “And the hope for something more, always more. They’re never happy” she muttered to herself, briefly attracting a quizzical look from one of the guards whom worked for Tua and kept order. “Hmph?” he grunted at her, probably to see if she had spotted trouble for him to ‘deal’ with she supposed. “I said you need to take a bath” she told him acidly, watching him bark a laugh and carry on about his rounds. She grinned to herself, a dark affair this time as she considered the reputation and relationships she held within The Establishment now. She had been ignored at first, but after having stuck around for the first few days and not died the others had seen fit to garner some conversation with her. Now, she was seen as an acid-spitting viper whom did not want much attention outside of business. It was an enjoyable set of affairs that afforded amusement for all parties. She was sure that Tua was even laughing, in his own non-physical way of course. Still, they were as close to family as she possessed in this part of Sunberth, so she treated them with respect of a kind – just in case she might ever need them. “Zandelia, missive for you,” the voice of a clerk drew her out of her reverie of considering the layout of The Establishment in her mind, “Braga’s Happy Endings. Another young girl gone to sell her…assets…for coin. She’s already left and looked to have long legs. Might need to run the whole way on this one and use shortcuts where you can. Go! Go!” the clerk passed her the black envelope, name scrawled on and all and shooed her towards the door. Normally such an act would annoy her somewhat, but in this instance she saw it was seen as a favour. If she did not hurry as quickly as possible she might not get there before the client, and that would leave her in Tua’s distaste. No-one wished to be on the darker side of that old spider. Right then! Last job of the day and it’s a good one! she thought to herself as she tucked the letter inside her black robes and set out of the door at a slight jog, warming herself up for the blistering pace she knew she would need to set. |