Speaking of... She thought to herself when Aider's shadowy figure slipped up beside her. A glance was offered toward the man but nothing more. Gaze fixed straight ahead into the immense crowd soon after. Her ears, however, were eager for what he had to whisper. She felt the dropping of his hand beside hers, let their fingers brush momentarily, before her arms were dutifully folded behind her back. Too many eyes. Too many other whisperers, and none whose masters I could ever know. Linking herself to any gang was enough to merit an assassination. Of course such a term would be rather egotistic, considering she was merely another face in the crowd as far as Sunberth was concerned. Home was a long way off, and she would be damned if she'd die before seeing Falyndar's shore again.
"Depends of who the other party is. I'm guessing you didn't get much farther then? I hoped her intentions might've been known," The Myrian murmured over the raised voices of the aroused audience. Girls and boys alike continued to perform and retreat back to their rooms, or venture out for patrons. To Aider's mention of Joan, Kaie gave a long exhale. "Always is." She caught another glance of the orphan guard, closer now, but once more he vanished between bodies. Kaie shook her head and gestured with her chin toward the people before them. Men wolf called from almost every corner, and even women struggled to keep their hands to themselves when a whore lingered close. The wild lust was palpable as ever. "There's something sick in this world you live in. And it's not just here in Sunberth."
"Oi, you try'na buy this one or somethin'?" The gruff voice of the always tense orphan spoke up from the darkness itself. Soon enough his thick frame faded into view. The blood splattered across his breast was red as wine and nearly as sweet. "Don't let her fool you. She's not nearly as high end as she'll have you believe...Unless you're into that..." His condescending eyes shifted from Aider to the Myrian, saving an especially cruel smirk just for her. The candlelight flickering now and then across his hands revealed viciously torn skin at the knuckles. A testament to the brutality displayed in the streets a bell ago. "But if not I suggest you move your arse. This savage and I have a job to do. Isn't that right?"
Kaie looked down at her boots for a tick, tongue flicking out and across her bottom lip. Her arms dropped back to her front. There was a twitch of her sword-hand, the suppression of old habits. Instead the back of the hand tapped Aider's chest, halting any advance he might've wished to make. "Apparently we have something to handle. Go get yourself a drink or something in the meantime." And with that she disappeared with the man, the two guards vanishing down one of the back corridors where the whores retreated. Though silence persisted between the two until the brute led her into one room in particular and shut the door behind them, both of them let their hands linger unsettlingly close to their weapons.
"Depends of who the other party is. I'm guessing you didn't get much farther then? I hoped her intentions might've been known," The Myrian murmured over the raised voices of the aroused audience. Girls and boys alike continued to perform and retreat back to their rooms, or venture out for patrons. To Aider's mention of Joan, Kaie gave a long exhale. "Always is." She caught another glance of the orphan guard, closer now, but once more he vanished between bodies. Kaie shook her head and gestured with her chin toward the people before them. Men wolf called from almost every corner, and even women struggled to keep their hands to themselves when a whore lingered close. The wild lust was palpable as ever. "There's something sick in this world you live in. And it's not just here in Sunberth."
"Oi, you try'na buy this one or somethin'?" The gruff voice of the always tense orphan spoke up from the darkness itself. Soon enough his thick frame faded into view. The blood splattered across his breast was red as wine and nearly as sweet. "Don't let her fool you. She's not nearly as high end as she'll have you believe...Unless you're into that..." His condescending eyes shifted from Aider to the Myrian, saving an especially cruel smirk just for her. The candlelight flickering now and then across his hands revealed viciously torn skin at the knuckles. A testament to the brutality displayed in the streets a bell ago. "But if not I suggest you move your arse. This savage and I have a job to do. Isn't that right?"
Kaie looked down at her boots for a tick, tongue flicking out and across her bottom lip. Her arms dropped back to her front. There was a twitch of her sword-hand, the suppression of old habits. Instead the back of the hand tapped Aider's chest, halting any advance he might've wished to make. "Apparently we have something to handle. Go get yourself a drink or something in the meantime." And with that she disappeared with the man, the two guards vanishing down one of the back corridors where the whores retreated. Though silence persisted between the two until the brute led her into one room in particular and shut the door behind them, both of them let their hands linger unsettlingly close to their weapons.