46th Winter 513 AV
It would be wrong to say that she had managed to acquire some form of reputation by now. If anything the girl was little more than a whisper on the wind in comparison to other such characters that were present. No, bigger names caused the town to burn with such fire and zeal whilst the own she had adopted had caused little to no affect. Hound, Myrian, Blood, Savages and monsters. That was the words upon the air, of tales and strings that did not add up or make sense. Though if it was mercenary work the people wanted she would be more than happy to lend her blade to the highest bidder.
And so, with her arms leaning on the bar Fallon - no, that was wrong - Bitzer stood, her gloved hand flicking to and fro before the bar tender as she spoke. Her tools were upon her, armour, blades and bows, with her companion at her heel. An attractor of attention, for even that kindling of the girl with the wolf was beginning to stir. Fingers scratched around the jaw of the wolf, her tips feeling beneath the fur at the muscles and what could have existed beneath. Both of them had to keep healthy no matter what - it was vital of them to do so to keep working. And he was her partner in this potentially messy business. Sunberthians would not appreciate a scribe after all, so she had to take her other skills into consideration. Clicking her neck she turned her eyes to the bartender as he spoke, "So, Bitzer right? You're a mercenary?"
She raised a brow, her eyes locking onto his, "Yeah, that's right. I have a sharp blade and a sharper tongue. Need to find work though to get coin to feed myself with. Worth a damned shot though." There was an incline of the head, followed by a shrug, "You know how it works around here. Someone asks, waves coin and someone takes and does. It's just listening and picking up the right leads." The bartender gave a snort, "If I didn't know better you sound more like a word hunter lass."
"Maybe. Not that good at it though. Besides, swinging blades is where it's at here. So in that case," she plucked a gold miza out and turned it in her fingers before the bartender. Her lip curled into a grin as she presented it to him, "So, what you think you can point me?"
And so, with her arms leaning on the bar Fallon - no, that was wrong - Bitzer stood, her gloved hand flicking to and fro before the bar tender as she spoke. Her tools were upon her, armour, blades and bows, with her companion at her heel. An attractor of attention, for even that kindling of the girl with the wolf was beginning to stir. Fingers scratched around the jaw of the wolf, her tips feeling beneath the fur at the muscles and what could have existed beneath. Both of them had to keep healthy no matter what - it was vital of them to do so to keep working. And he was her partner in this potentially messy business. Sunberthians would not appreciate a scribe after all, so she had to take her other skills into consideration. Clicking her neck she turned her eyes to the bartender as he spoke, "So, Bitzer right? You're a mercenary?"
She raised a brow, her eyes locking onto his, "Yeah, that's right. I have a sharp blade and a sharper tongue. Need to find work though to get coin to feed myself with. Worth a damned shot though." There was an incline of the head, followed by a shrug, "You know how it works around here. Someone asks, waves coin and someone takes and does. It's just listening and picking up the right leads." The bartender gave a snort, "If I didn't know better you sound more like a word hunter lass."
"Maybe. Not that good at it though. Besides, swinging blades is where it's at here. So in that case," she plucked a gold miza out and turned it in her fingers before the bartender. Her lip curled into a grin as she presented it to him, "So, what you think you can point me?"