Spring 28th, AV 512 - The Streets of Sunberth - Just Before Sundown
Zandelia found herself wandering the streets, her purposes split more deeply than she could ever have thought possible. When she had been younger she had had so many plans, glistening constructs of beauty and magnificence. The harshness of her life and the events that had unfurled, almost unbidden, were tangibles that had altered her path in ways she could never have prophesied all those years ago. In many ways she was the stronger for them all, the pain and suffering molding her into a walking mental fortress. There were cracks now though that perhaps would eventually spell her doom. She used people. But she was still not sure how much their contact had altered her perceptions – for better or worse a verdict that was still to be told. It was thus, as she tried to stifle the weaknesses that she had taken to the streets.
Practicality was still something that she held dear, perhaps her one last saving grace. She had promises to keep, other’s plans to organize and underlings to train, but she would not be adhering to her usual schedule this day. Instead she had decided to satisfy nothing but her own wants, her own wishes and her own plans. In all of her years of sticking to the shadows she had not achieved anything of real note aside from survival. Today she was hoping to get a glimpse of where she wished to find herself, a layer above the grime and pointlessness. She had thrown out her nets and had come up with nothing but mysteries and enigma. A few days ago that had changed though, one of her hounds smelling the issue of something for more pregnant with possibility.
It almost seems too good to be true, one of the syndicate’s henchmen giving away such precious jewels under a drunken stupor! Probably it is, but what harm could there be in finding out? she told herself pragmatically as her feet padded through the south east of Sunberth, taking her inexorably towards the bridge into the northern quarters.
“This is hopefully what I have been waiting for, the chance to interact with and learn from my betters” she muttered to herself as she thought through contingences, possibilities and whether it was even a workable idea that did not lead to suicide.
It did not matter, however, her innate curiosity far too powerful for her to fully overwhelm at the best of times. But she was tired, so tired of grubbing with the lesser mortals and spending time with the inconsequential. She desired greatness even if she would have to pay dearly for it. She would leave this world being known if she had her way, though in circles perhaps limited to those of a more shadowy nature. As she made her way across the bridge she knew where she would wait for her chances, had rehearsed it countless times in both her mind and physical actuality. She had come fully prepared, every one of her weapons and secondary items about her person. She had even asked that some of her more violent ‘employees’ shadow her to be sure she was safe. How well that would work, however, was down to Lhex and Dira.
“Time to cast the dice then” she whispered as she made her way through the Castle Commons and found an alleyway in the Kennel’s area, all the better to watch the flowing crowd for what she had been told would pass her by.
She was hunting a group of small size, supposedly well armed and connected if there were any truth to the rumor and rationality she had been told. Whether they were hunted by or dealing with whichever syndicate was apparently linked to them was something she was not sure upon. She was not here to interfere with them, however, merely to follow. Their destination could prove insightful, not to mention opportunist for her senses – something she had not really sated of late. They would be wearing dark purple she had been told, tunics so dark as to appear black, with green bands upon their arms. Their name and significance was unknown, for now.
She merely waited.
