Fall 18, AV 511 As Zandelia padded her way softly back to the tent town that made up much of the poorer population of Sunberth, her Shadowsilk Robes swishing in the wind, rippling wind whipping around her like moving shadows, she was tired – tired and bruised. Her body had taken a beating over the last few days and was only just beginning to fully heal and would take probably another few days to get back to its prime condition too. Still, she had finished her jobs for the day – even Tua running out of clients and coins to pay for her to stay around longer than her standard work hours. No, she had had enough of jumping over crates, dodging down alleyways and battling with brutes for one evening, and evening it was now – the cool fall breezes blowing across town as the sky began to slightly darken. I need something to do, something that isn’t just working and sitting in my bloody tent. Preferably something worthwhile for once she told herself as she crossed the boundaries of the outer tents and began to let her feet take her back home from memory, letting her mind turn loose to the predicament at hand. She was flowing by another series of tents when something familiar flickered into her hazed vision and brought her back from the brink of thoughtful reverie and hurtling back into the present time. At first she could not put her finger in the sensation, a sense that she had seen or done something before, the conclusion eluding her as it teased and taunted at her memories. She let her striding slow to a gradual stop, her head twisting from side to side in order to take in all of her surroundings. She waited, motionless for a minute or two before shrugging and beginning to move once more – but then she realised what had initially attracted her attention. There, sat outside a ten of his own, was a man she had met briefly some time ago now. It’s that barbarian. The one from The Pig’s Foot, from that fight. I didn’t know he was around these parts. He did tell me something about finding him one day, but I didn’t actually think it would happen she thought to herself, speculating upon what she should do. After all, he might note even remember her, disfigured though she was. “Ho Mok!” she called out to him after she decided to at least mildly investigate any possibilities and started to walk towards him through the dust. As she grew closer she could see he was peering intently at a set of armour, looking it over for imperfections or to see if it were in need of being mended perhaps – she knew not. She put on a slight smile for the man, letting her walk become a little bit more casual and at the same time a little more of a front of power interlaced within the movements. He was a strong man and she knew to fight strength with strength when it came to meeting someone. She came within a few feet of him and stopped, looking down at him with her single, emerald green eye. “Haven’t seen you since that night eh? You did say I’d find you one day. Didn’t bloody believe it though! What are you doing around these parts? Would’ve thought a mercenary type such as you would have better lodgings” she informed him, indicating the surrounding tents with a sweep of her arm. “Anyway, what are you up to this evening? Not getting me into another fight I hope!” she quipped at him, a little cockier than usual perhaps but she could not help but feel she had earned it somewhat. |