2nd of Fall 513 AV
The streets of Nyka soon filled with rumours, passing from mouth to another, even those newest to Nyka managed to be included into the loop of whispers. Assilsa herself had heard different parts of these said whispers, A man had gone missing, Though this didn’t matter to the Symenestra, people went missing all the time in the wilds even in Ravok. The only thing that worried was if the local justice system began to suspect the foreigners, including on battered Symenestra.
Assilsa stood braced against a wall in what seemed west Nyka, wincing in pain as she gripped her healing stomach. The nurse at the great infirmary had commanded her to rest however Assilsa couldn’t stand sitting there doing nothing when she could be searching for a place to stay. A name of a place was scribbled on a piece of paper that Assilsa now held in her clawed hand, Safe Haven hotel, Assilsa still hadn’t managed to located said hotel however she hadn’t given up.
Puffing in pain Assilsa watched the brightly coloured crowd wander past with the monks mixed in amongst them. Assilsa stood out in the crowd simply because of her skin or what she wore, her velvet corset made with the deepest of purples which emprise her already fairly large chest, which she could have lived without. Assilsa had lost all of her sensible clothes, the white undershirt, her black vest and now she was left with a silk vest the colour of blood and a purple corset which wasn’t ideal when she had the wound underneath. Looking up with her eyes filled with pain, Assilsa began to feel blood seeping through the fabric of the stomach of her Corset.
The streets of Nyka soon filled with rumours, passing from mouth to another, even those newest to Nyka managed to be included into the loop of whispers. Assilsa herself had heard different parts of these said whispers, A man had gone missing, Though this didn’t matter to the Symenestra, people went missing all the time in the wilds even in Ravok. The only thing that worried was if the local justice system began to suspect the foreigners, including on battered Symenestra.
Assilsa stood braced against a wall in what seemed west Nyka, wincing in pain as she gripped her healing stomach. The nurse at the great infirmary had commanded her to rest however Assilsa couldn’t stand sitting there doing nothing when she could be searching for a place to stay. A name of a place was scribbled on a piece of paper that Assilsa now held in her clawed hand, Safe Haven hotel, Assilsa still hadn’t managed to located said hotel however she hadn’t given up.
Puffing in pain Assilsa watched the brightly coloured crowd wander past with the monks mixed in amongst them. Assilsa stood out in the crowd simply because of her skin or what she wore, her velvet corset made with the deepest of purples which emprise her already fairly large chest, which she could have lived without. Assilsa had lost all of her sensible clothes, the white undershirt, her black vest and now she was left with a silk vest the colour of blood and a purple corset which wasn’t ideal when she had the wound underneath. Looking up with her eyes filled with pain, Assilsa began to feel blood seeping through the fabric of the stomach of her Corset.
