A return to the Dark

*OOC: a reintroduction of this char*

Gushes of wind howled through the building, creating a light, cold breeze that would chill anyone’s bones. There was nowhere to hide from it in this place, and the only place where one could stay tolerably warm was next to the big fireplace in the common room, or bundled into several layers of woolen blankets in the bed. One would think an Inn in Saldea would be somewhat better built, but this was a rowdy place where few asked for more than a pint of the too expensive, watered ale. I certainly wasn’t a place for a lady, unless the lady was of the kind that could be bought and sold. And those wouldn’t be called ladies anyhow.

Well hidden inside a dark, hooded cloak one cou.ld spot a pale face, with dark eyes, and a mouth with lips like a budding rose. A lady? Certainly more like one than any other woman who might set her foot in this place, but the several daggers at her waist were enough to keep most men away from her. And those who did approach might learn that as well as owning these blades, she could use them as well, or better, than any of them, despite her small size. The strange woman had been there a week and the men had, after a couple of days, accepted her wish to be left alone. None had been killed, but some had scars they would never get rid of. And none knew exactly what she looked like, her hood always covering her face. Most of the time she was away from the Inn, or up in her tiny room, they only saw her when she was in the common room to eat the simple stew that was served and a mug of the ale.

There wasn’t much work to get in this part of Saldea, but then, it wasn’t a big city, just a small town, and Kiserai wasn’t even sure what the name of the place was. Normally she wouldn’t even be in this place, if she hadn’t got caught up in business that required her to hide away for some time. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to stay in places like this for some time after a job was done. She didn’t have to stay at the Inn she had chosen, the Lord knew she didn’t suffer from a lack of money, but it was less likely that others would search for her here, especially those who knew her expensive tastes. Perhaps it wasn’t necessary for her to hide from the Friends of the Dark anymore, it had been years since she had made the big mistake to think she could control the information passed between herself and the Chosen. Years since she had been forced to leave the palace she had possessed in Ebou Dar. Even more years since she had been in Tar Machin Rahien in the Blight, gaining her rank as a Shar Mahdi of the Great Lord’s Assassins. With a deep sigh, Kiserai Doon set her mug of ale down and got up to leave the common room. It was late at night, and sleep would be needed. It was time to move on.

Kiserai

Shar Mahdi