For the Maiden Whom Fights

[MissInfinity 2]

The day was cloudy, warm with a hint of fog in the air. Bards played quick music to lighten then atmosphere, but not many were out on the streets.

A young maiden stood against a wall, looking of an age less than 20, dressed in light leather-chainmail, and a cheap iron sword sheathed in her belt. She had arrived in town today, her eyes taking in the landscape of Felsen. She had little idea on what she should do, but stand around and wait for someone to introduce themselves.

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She is passed by a tall, dark-haired man of forty, who offers her an unwelcoming sneer as he strolls onward.

[MissInfinity 2]

    Krea stares daggers into the back of his head as he passes, eyes squinted.

    'A welcome indeed.' she thinks sarcastically, suppressing an annoyed sigh.

    'I'll best be wary of the folks in this town, thee might be trouble.'

    Krea dug her hand in a satchel that lay on a nearby box, in which belonged to herself. She pulled out an apple, which she picked on the way to Felsen. She took a bite, teeth slicing off a chunk of the juicy fruit. 

Edited September 8, 2015 by MissInfinity
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[Filthy Peasant 12]

A rather tall figure in a well-kept grey uniform strides toward the young woman, his hands folded behind his back. As he comes closer, one could easily tell this is an Orc - and a fairly old one, as well. He stops in his tracks a few paces away, his boots digging into a patch of dried mud. He would then speak in a gravelly, deep voice.

"Lat zeemz... Luzt, unzure. Per'apz mi kan be ub azziztunze?" he inquires in a dull tone.

[MissInfinity 2]

"Um, pardon me?" she inquires with an uneasy tone. She did not study language. She hardly studied at all. She found herself staring ,and blinked herself vision away.

"I apologize, I do not speak your language." she mumbled as she bit into her apple again. Maybe she should learn a bit more about Orcs...

[Filthy Peasant 12]

The old Orc lets out a ragged sigh, clearing his throat and taking in a deep breath, preparing himself to speak more clearly.

After a few moments, he starts to speak with the occasional grunt and pained expression. "Zaid... Perhapz... Hrr... Mi kan be uf assistance tu... you?" he lets out a few quiet coughs after finishing, slight pain still in his eyes.

[MissInfinity 2]

Krea pauses. She wasn't the best, but she could sometimes see the emotions projected by others. In this case, he seemed to be in pain. She felt slight shame. She should have studied while playing with her childhood friends.

"Oh, um...no. Thank you for your offer, sir."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

A young man with a messy hay-coloured mane, caramel skin and bright blue eyes rode into town atop a milk while stallion. Tied to his horse were two other steeds, mustard tinted fillies. The horses were majestic and regal as any king, with shiny well kept fur and a proud stride to their steps.

The man riding them however was not exactly prince charming, a tad on the scrawny side and wearing a long duster cloak which may have one had colour but was now a faded yellow.

"Horses for sale, fine steeds for any man!" He shouted in a Qalashi drawl. "Fresh from the savannah! The best of the south!"

[MissInfinity 2]

If she could not become a sword-hand, she was right up to be a breeder, so seeing those horses made her visibly perk up. While 100 minas of pocket money could not buy her much of anything, the girl was still intrigued. They were beautiful fillies.

[MissInfinity 2]

Aelthir Tundrak walks into town to browse the markets, eyeing Krea curiously. After a time he approaches her, asking, "Karin'ayla. Excuse my arbitrary question, but are you a mercenary?"

Sorry that I did not see this earlier.

This happens before other posts.

 

"Yes sir. I'll be honest though, I'm new at this." she grinned with pride, standing up straight.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

The rider with straw coloured hair trotted up to the girl atop his steed, an easy going smile on his lips as he spoke to her in a pleasant sounding Qalashi accent; "Pardon me miss, you seem like the type who does a lot of travelling, yes?"

[Himfea 22]

A young man approaches the horses in a curious and inquisitive way, like he had never seen a horse before. "What kind of animal is this?" He asks to the rider.

[AGP 3169]

Constantine eyes the woman for a while, waiting for a moment when she's free. Striding up to her with a metallic clank in his step, he nods to her in greeting, and states flatly, "I'd like to speak to you about possible employment, in private."

[James 425]

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