Post by amirahkiernan on Aug 8, 2011 13:12:29 GMT -5
The docks were busy this morning, not that Amirah had expected anything less.
She moved confidently through the crowd, her money purse guarded closely by her hip, her hand free to draw her sword, or any of the knives she carried. She was always tenser than she needed to be right after finishing a mission. This past mission had really gotten under her skin.
She had traveled to Isentar Lake a week ago to take out a band of thieves, particularly the leader but she'd been ambushed, as if her presence had been anticipated. It turned out the person who had hired her was the true leader and her past few assignments had been to kill off some of his men. Apparently she'd made him mad. Amirah had barely gotten out of that situation alive.
The smell of the ocean, however, relaxed her greatly and it was with immense excitement that she walked through the vendors, among the tradesmen, in search of a new set of clothes--especially boots. It was long past due for a pair. She wanted also, beads of some sort. It was impractical for her to really style her hair and it usually stayed in a wavy white mop around her head. But she frequently braided and beaded her horse's main and tail.
She had escaped from the thieves a bit of a thief herself, with an impressive amount of their jewels. She wished to trade them or sell them. It didn't much matter to her. She couldn't keep many physical possessions outside of clothes, food and weaponry. She passed by a food vendor and her stomach tightened, he was selling some sort of meat, turning it on a spit as she walked by.
Amirah held her hand over her nose and continued her search for boots.
She moved confidently through the crowd, her money purse guarded closely by her hip, her hand free to draw her sword, or any of the knives she carried. She was always tenser than she needed to be right after finishing a mission. This past mission had really gotten under her skin.
She had traveled to Isentar Lake a week ago to take out a band of thieves, particularly the leader but she'd been ambushed, as if her presence had been anticipated. It turned out the person who had hired her was the true leader and her past few assignments had been to kill off some of his men. Apparently she'd made him mad. Amirah had barely gotten out of that situation alive.
The smell of the ocean, however, relaxed her greatly and it was with immense excitement that she walked through the vendors, among the tradesmen, in search of a new set of clothes--especially boots. It was long past due for a pair. She wanted also, beads of some sort. It was impractical for her to really style her hair and it usually stayed in a wavy white mop around her head. But she frequently braided and beaded her horse's main and tail.
She had escaped from the thieves a bit of a thief herself, with an impressive amount of their jewels. She wished to trade them or sell them. It didn't much matter to her. She couldn't keep many physical possessions outside of clothes, food and weaponry. She passed by a food vendor and her stomach tightened, he was selling some sort of meat, turning it on a spit as she walked by.
Amirah held her hand over her nose and continued her search for boots.