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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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And So She'll Run (Raust)

Postby Kaie on December 29th, 2015, 2:29 am

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17th Day of Winter, 515 AV
10th Bell

It was a strange thing to the savage that she found herself in the presence of such a prestigious room. The apartment breathed a life of both grace and intimacy. Different forms of seating were scattered about the living room she stood in, with chaises framing center tables and love seats nestled before a fire that cracked and spit a calmingly destructive tune. Its heat radiated outward like arms stretching for the opposite corners of the room, fooling the dwellers for but a tick winter was not upon them. Beyond the common furniture across the room sat a fine oak desk. It was perfectly manicured with parchment, ink, and quills carefully organized across its finished face. Yet it was the view behind the desk that stole the Myrian's fleeting attention where the windows laid. Bright blue fabric was swept away from the crystal clear glass to reveal the stunning beauty of the Suvan Sea below the cliffside. Suddenly, she found herself warming to the idea of settling into a place as comforting as the Kuahala Estates. It certainly was a massive jump from the dilapidated mess of establishments she'd been summoned to in Sunberth when it came time to deliberate the terms of a job offer.

"Tea?" a warm voice broke Kaie's stupor, turning her head to find a an elderly woman shuffling from a nearby hallway with a kind smile. The Myrian cleared her throat and shook her head.
"No thank you." She scratched the back of her head, and as if she suddenly became possessed by the displeasure of the idea such a response might offend her host, she elaborated with a joke instead. "I've always been partial to drinks of the stronger variety." The old woman chuckled but nodded understandingly on her way to the desk with her own filled tea cup in hand. She seated herself behind it in a matching oak wood chair, and gestured with a wrinkled hand toward the two chairs aligned across from it. The Myrian obliged and found herself in one of the seats. For several awkward ticks she sat there practically twiddling her thumbs while the old woman took a lengthy sip from her porcelain cup. "So...you sent for me?" The old woman placed her tea cup on the small plate on the desk. Then she laced her fingers together and eyed the Myrian with a level, no non-sense gaze. "I did. Tell me, it's Kaie right?" Kaie nodded. "Right then. So tell me, Kaie, do you know what a Nakivak is?" The Myrian furrowed her brow and pursed her lips in thought. She wiggled uncomfortably in her chair and glanced about the room before answering. "Is that what they call the Akalak's breeders?" she tried pathetically, feigning as much confidence in her response as she could. The old woman smiled politely, and suddenly Kaie was beginning to realize just how ignorant she was to her new city of residence's culture. "I suppose that's a crude term for them, but yes. They are women under contract to help continue the Akalak race. They are only freed from their service when they fulfill their agreement with the Oathmaster. Until then they belong to Riverfall. I am an Advocate." The dumb look on the savage's face prompted her to continue patiently after another sip from her tea.

"When a Nakivak enters the city and their contract, they may be assigned to an Advocate. An Advocate is a retired Nakivak who has fulfilled her services to the city as an indentured host. So my job is to introduce new Nakivak women to the culture of the Akalak and the city, show them around, and get them settled. Sometimes I help a Talvis, which is an Akalak patron, get in contact with a Nakivak," the old woman explained, and it was only when she ran her pale hands through her white hair that the savage noticed the presence of scales. A Konti, Kaie deduced within the confines of her own head.
"What does any of this have to do with me?" The old Konti woman gave a feathery laugh at that and leaned back in her chair. "You Myrians truly are straight to the point, aren't you? Very well. Let's quit beating around the bush. I'm afraid one of my Nakivak's has disappeared on me. I found this on her bed this morning when I tried to talk her out of her ridiculousness." The Konti picked up a carefully folded piece of parchment and handed it across the table. Kaie took it gently from her and unfolded it to examine the contents. Much to her dismay, the inside was filled with what looked like writing in Common. She might as well have been blind. "It's a letter from her father in Syliras. Her mother's on her death bed. I remember she told me she had written them as soon as she arrived in Riverfall after being rescued from slavery. I fear now that she is free of literal shackles she's departed from the city to Syliras, which is a direct violation of her contract. She wouldn't listen to reason, but I had hoped she might." Kaie gently tossed the letter back onto the desk and folded her arms across her chest. She shrugged her shoulders. "Looks like a problem for the Oathmaster, and yet you summoned me."

The Konti woman sighed and sipped at her tea. Kaie imagined she was contemplating just how thick-skulled she must've seemed if the answer was so very obvious. "My flight risk of a Nakivak Naveena...she's a dumb girl. Dumb but kind. I want her returned so that I might knock some sense into her rather than let the Undanas punish her. I received word a bell ago the Undanas was already busy looking for another Nakivak on the run. There's hope for Naveena's quiet return. When I heard what a girl at Godiva's had to say about you while you were there, I thought I might be able to count on you to hold your own outside the walls. Will you help find her before she gets herself killed out there?" Kaie clicked her tongue, mulling the proposition over quietly. Amber eyes fixated on the aged Konti's face. Only concern and honesty appeared to linger in her expression. No strange sensation appeared for the duration she'd remained in the old woman's presence either. She sighed and unfolded her arms.
"This sounds a lot like a bounty hunt, so I'm not going to hurt for your Naki-whatever without a bounty. I don't do charity work."
"You will be properly rewarded, I assure you."

"Then I accept."
"Excellent. Naveena hasn't been gone long since I saw her last. She would've needed time to gather supplies before she set off. If I were to guess, she'll head north toward the Sanctuary to look for a horse outside the city soon. Your partner will meet you at the main gate within a half bell. I've already explained to him the situation."

"Hold up. Partner?"
"Yes, a partner. Another mercenary type unafraid of what lies beyond the walls I can trust to be discrete. Besides, this is Akalak business. He'll be leading this endeavor so we can get this all over with quickly and quietly." Kaie rose from her seat and reached her hand across the desk. The old Konti eyed the gesture, rather amused by such a well-cultured savage, before reaching out her own hand to shake. "Good luck to you both. Please escort Naveena here to me when you've found her and you will be rewarded."

"And what do I call you if anyone questions what a savage's filthy jungle hands are doing on the city's precious, innocent Nakivak?" The old Konti smile at that and sipped at her tea one last time. "Tina."

Just before the half bell ended the Myrian found her way to the Main Gates near the Blue Bull. A backpack was slung over her cloaked shoulders, a gladius was fastened to the weapons belt on her hip out of view, and a spear was clutched in her hands. She dug the end of the long weapon into the dirt, leaning impatiently upon it and scanning the crowd as if she had any idea which colored body could possibly be her assigned companion. She could only hope that whoever it was had a better idea of what exactly they were dealing with than she did.


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And So She'll Run (Raust)

Postby Raust Benjamin on December 29th, 2015, 6:22 pm

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Being a mercenary is never a pretty job. Of course, one good job and you can be rich for a while yet it still just has such a dirty connotation to it. Raust views it simply as an ends to a means. As well as opportunities to perfect one of his favorite craft...killing. The Akalak's lighter soul thought that it was necessary but the dominant soul loved the thrill of combat. They both loved winning, and they both shared a competitive nature that rivaled most Akalak's. However, one of the biggest differences between the two is that one side will do anything, hurt anyone, and take the life of anything standing between him and the goal. The other side wishes to accomplish his goals, but maintain the status quo of life in general. The combination of the two is Raust, and although they fight often, the former soul always seemed to win out. However, Raust did not kill without reason. He knew when not to kill, and when to kill. Raust deemed if his opponents’ blood was worth tarnishing his blade. Disrespect was the closest way to meeting his blade, and many have made that fatal mistake.

When the Konti Advocate notified Raust of a potential job needing an Akalak-lead, he decided that he needed the money now more than ever with the potential business ideas he had. He would be getting most of the funding from Riverfall, but he had to establish himself more prominently within the mercenary community within Riverfall and abroad. His reputation must proceed him if he wants to establish a strong influx of contracts. This was a perfect opportunity from what he had been told of the contract. The old konti woman who brought him on to the contract told him that there was a Nakivak who had went missing; decided that lifestyle was not for her. Dumb women, Raust thought to himself as he stood outside the main gate to Riverfall. Nakivak women are treated well, flowered with gifts and respect. Why would they leave such an environment? Freedom? Freedom kills. Raust had met with the Konti woman some time ago, allowing her to meet with his partner. He gritted his teeth at the thought. Why did the Konti woman think he needed a partner to find some missing nakivak? Was there more to this than meets the eye?

As Raust waited, he thought about the details the woman gave him. His mind wandered as his hand did to the hilt of his laken. He had sharpened it recently, while his fathers glinted on the other side of his hip. Raust had barely dual-wield the two blades but he thought that now would be a perfect time to start. He shook his head, bringing his mind back to the task. Raust did not like letting his mind wander for too long because it allowed his two souls to argue. Raust practiced control every chance he got to; he did not want these two bickering fools to be arguing his whole life. Raust knew whom he was and how he was going to live his life, but then again...he did not. The Akalak's life is very interesting to say the least. Raust was a dangerous man with a dangerously creative mind suited towards his ambitions. Yet, he must preserve his reputation as a sane, but incredibly efficient mercenary. He could not have himself losing control and letting the dark brother take complete control...That would be a bloodbath.

Raust wore some hardened leather armor, complete with fur along the back and around the collar. It allowed him to move quickly and forcefully while also offering some protection. He did not plan to stay around the enemy long enough to try out the armor, hopefully killing them before they could even draw their blade. Raust's liked to keep his combat fast and powerful, overwhelming his enemy before they can rally. It kept things quick and to the point,much like Raust himself. Looking around himself, he was growing impatient with the partner the konti Advocate described to him. A myrian, nonetheless, and another woman. He had far too many of the latter in his life as it is. However, the myrian part was quite interesting. Although a bit too blatant with their murderous attitudes, Raust thought, it would be interesting to have such a chaotically brutal savage by his side. He, himself, was no savage nor chaotic. He preferred order in his life, although he was quite brutal with those who wronged him. Raust preferred order to chaos because chaos puts people who have no right to be in charge. Raust will have Riverfall in the palm of his hand, but he wants all of Riverfall. Not a chaotic mess. Raust finally eyed his partner, waiting much as he was. Of course, it was more understandable that she was waiting on him considering that she in a city of men who look very similar to him. There was pratically no way for her to know who he was. Other than his facial hair, which is very rare of Akalaks. Sighing, he left his position and walked over to his parner."You are myrian woman that was assigned to assist me? If so, come now. We mustn't waste time with pleasantries." Raust said turning around and starting to walk away. He stopped and turned, expecting her to have followed somewhat."I am the lead on this bounty, and she is to be brought back alive. That means, you follow my orders when I give them." Raust said, his pale orbs looking her up and down. Raust turned around again and started walking, expecting her to follow."You look like you can hold yourself against pretty much anything we can face out here. That is good. The old woman didn't send me along with a weakling." he said as they approached the main gate. Raust turned to look at her again."I'm Raust Benjamin." he said extending his hand to her.
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Postby Kaie on December 30th, 2015, 4:44 am

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Petch this Naveena girl. She wants to try to run away from the big rainbow men and see how it goes? Let her, she groaned internally, adjusting her position as she leaned against a wall. Amber eyes continued to scan the crowd impatiently. Just when she thought to either ditch the contract entirely or go after the target herself, she noticed a bearded, blue-skinned man clad in leather armor heading her way. Immediately she shoved her back from the wall and straightened up with the spear still firmly in hand. A slender brow was arched at him expectantly as he approached. However, his welcome was not warm. It was straight-forward and quick, just the way she liked it. Kaie gave an agreeing shrug when the Akalak man pointed out the pointlessness of pleasantries. After all it was a job and neither party was required to be more friendly than necessary. They would get it done, reap the rewards, and be done with it. Happily, they'd both go their separate ways unlikely to hear from one another again. Of course that was all assuming someone didn't turn traitor and jab their blade in the wrong back. The distrust would linger until respect and reliability were proven in the thick of it.

The Myrian wasted no time following the man the tick he turned on his heels to make way for the main gate. Bladed boots hurried along to catch up with his slightly longer stride, which didn't stop the woman from taking position directly beside him at his right flank. Oh, yes. The lead on this bounty. She hardly bothered to suppress the airy snort that escaped her at mention of orders. The corners of her lips twitched momentarily in amusement, and her fiery gaze had no issue meeting his as he onced her over mid-stride. Once he was done cracking the whip to set the tone of their partnership from the get-go, Kaie seized his hand in his firmly. Her index finger was casually extended so that she might feel up for the presence of any weapons attached to his wrists. None. Just the blades he carries in plain view.
"Kaie," she introduced herself simply before releasing his grip. The backpack over her shoulders was fixed to ensure a better fit for their foot travel. "You may be the lead but I am not your dog to give commands to. I'll take your suggestions into consideration because Tina said you'd know more about what's at stake than I do. This is a partnership to make sure our employer gets what she wants. I'm honoring it only because it's to our mutual benefit. " And so the pattern of verbal communication continued in its bluntness. That was the thing she enjoyed most about other mercenaries: they cut through all the bullshyke.

The pair continued to meander outside the main gates into the world beyond. She happily let him handle the land navigation at that point despite the presence of the familiar paths. Once past the orchards and the vineyards, the domain outside the city belonged to none but Caiyha. Out there grass bears prowled close to Riverfall's walls, night lion prides stalked far off in the distance in the Sea of Grass, and she had not yet had the pleasure of falling prey to the dreaded glassbeaks that often laid waste to whoever caught their attention. At least to the north she knew there was an outpost that would handle most incoming predatory presences before they reached the mercenary pair. Either way, the Myrian was evidently on her toes. Kaie's head was kept on the swivel, eyes wandering the world around her as if she expected everything to go to shyke at any given second. Her muscles were tense at the idea of hidden danger existing among the throes of frostbitten tall grass, but her exterior was rather cool. The spear was clutched in her right hand and hanging beside her hip, ready to rise to a defensive position before her at any given notice. Just a different kind of jungle, remember?


"Guessing you know the whereabouts of this Sanctuary Tina was convinced Naveena would try to escape to for a horse?" she asked Raust Benjamin dully as they continued on the path north toward the notorious Syliras Kabrin road. The goddess Syna was close to reaching her peak in the afternoon sky. If she were to guess, the run-away girl would either set off the tick she got her horse or, or hole up at the place for the night so she'd have a strong, full day of riding. A woman trying desperately to get away from the city that would apparently drag her back, kicking and screaming if need be, would probably be more inclined to leave that first opportunity she got...but Tina did note that Naveena was more beautiful than she was bright. "What is it about this escaped girl business that it needs to be all hush-hush? What would the city's hunter do that we won't already---drag her right back to see through her service?"

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Postby Raust Benjamin on January 3rd, 2016, 1:58 am

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Raust was a bit of a control-freak. He liked things done his way, with no questions and with it be done in an expedient manner. He hated back talk, disrespect and laziness almost more than anything else did but when the feisty myrian responded to his directive, a small smile appeared on his midnight-blue face. She was feisty, indeed. Raust was a strong believer in that opposites sometimes worked better together; opposites tend to solve their counter-parts weaknesses. Raust could be feisty but it took a lot to truly anger him. You might frustrate him, aggravate him, and generally make him mad but he his anger was something that not even Raust wanted to see. Kaie was obviously full of vigor and full of savagery, or at least Raust assumed from her racial lineage. The Akalak felt something almost primal about her, and oh, how that excited him.

"Navikak's are Akalak business. Yet, I like your intensity. Hopefully, I can see you in action."Raust said, turning to look at her with a small glint in his eye. Battle was something that Raust could actually be open about. His souls seemed to fit together in no better circumstances than the heat of battle. Nothing felt better to him than when he won a battle or a fight because he proved something that he thinks is paramount to himself as a person: that no one was better than he was. Therefore, the mention of battle made his muscles tense up and his hand to wander to his lakens. It had been a while since those blades had taste the blood of Raust's enemies but the intake was soon to increase with the Akalak's ambitious plans for the future."Tell me about yourself. How did a myrian like yourself end up in the greatest city in Mizahar?"Raust said, not bothering to look at her but instead kept walking.

Sanctuary was about two miles away from the city, and at the pace they were going, they would probably arrive there by nightfall. Raust always stayed vigilant for potential dangers on the path ahead of them, although he was sure that Kaie was doing the same. The trek put them along the beautiful scenery that surrounded Riverfall, but it also put them in danger of the various predators that also surrounded Riverfall. The warrior kept a special eye out for Zith, which could put even more coin in his pocket if he brought back a couple of their heads. Finding a zith community would be even more rewarding, especially whenever Raust led the war party that killed them all. Raust liked to think he knew his homeland, and he moved with relative ease. The midnight-skinned warrior did not want to show weakness to his compatriot, no matter if they were working together at this point. One had to lead by example, even though he truly did not care if the myrian made it through this quest or not. All that mattered to Raust was his personal glory; however, he would not let anyone else know that fact.

"We are almost there." Raust said as he kept his pace up."We will take a look around Sanctuary, find out the information we need. We aren't here to play nice." he added the last part as a reminder to his partner that they were to complete their mission by any means necessary. Some animal-lovers were not going to protect that girl from Raust, nor Kaie. As she asked her final question, Raust stopped and turned to face her."Nina did not tell you. The girl is pregnant. With our child." Raust said, adding that emphasis on the fact that that child belonged to the Akalak people and not that oath-breaker."She signed a contract with our people that she will sire us a child. She seems to have forgot that. If I were her mate, I would want to keep this hush-hush as well." Raust paused and eyed Kaie."It is utter weakness for a Akalak to lose his navikak, and I'm guessing this man has the money to hide this embrassment." Raust said before scratching his head a bit and turning away from Kaie. The dark soul within him piped up in his mind with a brilliant idea."It may be more lucrative to find out who this man is and blackmail him once he find the girl." he said more to himself than to anyone in particular. Raust shook his head; he took this contract and he was going to fulfill it. Maybe something of that sort can be done afterwards, but he was bringing this girl back to Nina. Raust turned around rather abruptly, it seemed the idea of blackmail had totally left his mind and that he had never said anything about it."Anyhow, it is of utmost importance to the Akalak who contracted this woman that she gets back with little to no word about it." Raust concluded his explanation and then turned back around, continuing the short amount of distance left to Sanctuary.

As they approached the vet, Raust looked out for any potential clues to where the girl might be or if she was still even inside the building still. His tracking skills were basic at best, but he did have some knowledge of the skill. Raust did not really notice any horse tracks that left recently or anything of that sort, but he might have missed something as well. The tall midnight-skinned warrior approached the door to the vet and knocked solidly. Raust turned to Kaie as he knocked."I hope she is in here...Easiest money I'll ever make."
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Postby Kaie on January 5th, 2016, 10:25 pm

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Kaie couldn't help but smirk momentarily while the man's head was facing forward. I thought we weren't a fan of small talk? she thought to herself while tossing the spear from one hand to the other to ease her boredom. Amber eyes kept a vigilant gaze upon the world around them outside the city's walls. One run-in with a grass bear was enough to keep her on her toes even if it had been the desired quarry of her hunting partner. "Greatest city in Mizahar?" she echoed with another mirthful twitch of her lips. The only city she desired to see again was her own. Riverfall be damned. "You Akalaks know how to make fine wine. I'll give you that much." The spear was clutched her both hands, the left farthest from the spearhead that swayed before the traveling Myrian.
"I wanted to see the world outside the jungle and so here we are. Nothing more." It was a vague and truly summarized explanation, but it was the only sort she owed him. The horrors she endured for years away from home would be hers to agonize silently over and hers alone. She certainly had no desire to share them with a fellow mercenary she'd only just met. No one liked a pity party, and the savage was never one to throw one.

Kaie continued along beside Raust with relative silence when she was through answering his questions. Her boots crunched over the frostbitten foliage and hardened mud beneath them. The Sanctuary by name alone meant little to the woman. Given the fact they apparently had a supply of horses for the escaping Nakivak, she assumed that they were either a refuge for women like Godiva's or one for beasts. Yet neither definition shed light on whether or not such a place would have solid defenses. Should we expect walls? That would be a bitch. I don't even have a grappling hook. Improvising one would be stretch with the tools I have, too. Her eyes swept the horizon but the Sea of Grass that laid beyond was quiet and relatively not threatening. At least that's the assessment she could make with the naked eye. Would such a place have scouts around that would alert some kind of fighting force that we were approaching? That could set off a nasty ambush. She glanced at her native partner, who seemed wholly unmoved by any impending danger he should be fully aware of. The revelation of his coolness the closer they came to their destination did little to surely ease her apprehension, but it left her inclined to believe he either knew someone on the inside or doubted the presence of any defense.


"So this is all for pride then?" It was obviously a rhetorical question, but one the snarky Myrian couldn't help but voice all the same.
"Your kind are possessive over your children and any woman who finds herself in your service. That shyke wouldn't last a day in Falyndar." Was it a natural disdain for patriarchy that her race fully rejected given its failure and exploitation of woman? Perhaps. Though there wasn't a lack of validity in her statement. It seemed the jungle itself wholly embraced matriarchy. If the Myrians didn't lay waste to a people who treated their women like slaves or animals, the animal world just might. "You're probably right about the man who put us up to this. Maybe he has more money to blow on hiding shame. I'll leave that blackmail to you."

Kaie followed Raust through the main gates that were carved from the massive fortress wall that surrounded The Sanctuary. The smell of animal shyke hit her long before she found their various stall buildings. Sanctuary for beasts. Definitely a sanctuary for beasts. The Myrian waited patiently as her partner gave a door a solid knocking. Then she pursed her lips and glanced about their backs.
"While you deal with stable boys I'll look around," Kaie offered after a tick of pondering and turned the corner long before the door was opened by occupants inside. It was no secret most people with anything between their ears inside their skulls knew better than to trust a Myrian. They were stigmatized Mizahar-wide. Sometimes the stereotypes played to her liking and sometimes they worked profoundly against her. If the circumstances of their mission were as fragile as both Tina and Raust made them out to be, a Riverfall native might gain more questioning locals without a blood-thirsty savage armed at his heels. Kaie held the spearhead straight up in the air now as she quietly moved about the collection of buildings inside the walls, a basic effort to remove immediate assumptions she was there to bring pain. If I was hoping to score a steed and high-tail it outta here, where would I go?

A buzzing box caught the sneaking Myrian's attention, who was perplexed to discover a full hive of bees inside before swiftly moving on. At the opposite end of the building she'd left Raust, the woman spotted a door. Her bronze hand clasped around the handle and gave a slow turn. Unlocked? She gave the door a little nudge and sure enough it opened with a creak. The woman slunk inside and, hearing voices far down the area to her right, continued through until she exited via another door across the room. She passed a small round pond until she reached the fence of some sort of courtyard or riding area. She paused, listening. Her head turned left and right. Then she hopped the fence with a simple one-handed vault and continued on. Hooves made a mess of the inner area, but for the most part, The Sanctuary was as peaceful as it was quiet. Few stable hands had to be dodged. No one toting a crossbow or some other weapon spotted her from any kind of watch tower. Instead she had struck a lucky time period that had allowed her free reign to explore and search with caution. You can run, Naveena, but how well can you hide?

The baying of horses to her left had the Myrian changing course and heading to the building to her left. She vaulted over the fence again and landed near-soundlessly on the other side with her spear in hand. "I need a fast horse that listens. Whatever the price, I'll pay it I swear!" a panicked voice dramatized itself over the other stable sounds. Kaie all but threw her back against an outside wall, carefully listening. Whoever the high-pitched voice was with, she couldn't make out their words. The Myrian peered around the wall inside to spot the two figures with their backs to her wandering away. One was a woman, that much she was certain of. The second she couldn't make out before they turned the corner and left the woman behind. Naveena? She hesitated. The girl reached out to one of the stabled horses, whispering sweetly and running her hands down the length of its head. I should get Raust...but what if she mounts a horse and rides through the gates before we can find out for ourselves? She grit her teeth. Telling one woman from a Nakivak at this distance was nearly impossible. A bronze hand ran down her face. This is not going to be easy...and this is going to look really petching bad. Like we haven't dealt with that before, right?

Kaie quickly and quietly swung the backpack off her shoulders, and secured the shaft of her spear to its bottom. Then she slipped it back on and withdrew her gladius before entering the horse stables. Her steps were of the essence but stealthy in that her heels pressed into the dirt before rolling to her toes. Before the girl knew it, the savage was upon her ambushing from behind. Her left hand clasped over the girl's mouth while her gladius prodded harmlessly at her back.
"You so much as mumble too loud or lie and my blade might forget itself, you understand?" Kaie murmured with her lips beside her prey's ear. The girl nodded fervidly, body seizing with fright. "Is your name Naveena?" The girl made a gentle sound of terror in her throat, and the Myrian made a point to give the tip of her blade a threatening twist. The girl nodded furiously once more. "I want to hear you say it." Kaie removed her hand from her mouth and let it grip her by the shoulder instead. "Did the Oathmaster send you?"
"I ask the questions, not you. What the petch is your name?"
"Naveena," she whimpered begrudgingly. Kaie spun the two of them around, doing her best to hide the gladius with her own body.

"Walk. And don't do anything stupid."

Kaie ducked the two of them in a hurry out of the stables, past the riding arena, and back toward where she last left Raust. She paused at the corner, and could only hope no one but Raust would spy the Myrian toting a pregnant Nakivak before anyone else spotted the gladius.


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