for adamia

[tinyseven]

Thanalan was a dangerous place to be; there were bandits that roamed the deserts, and the sand storms were always a hassle to navigate through if you couldn't find a place to hanker down in.

For Nanatsu, being in Thanalan just meant that it was much easier for people to recognize her as both herself and as the Warrior of Light. She hated going out to run errands to any of the desert towns and usually she sent one of the others in her stead... sadly this wasn't the case for this particular run. The merchant that had a particular item she was looking for refused to meet with anyone else. It had to be her, or no deal.

So, here she was, standing in front of a dilapitated building that almost looked ready to fall apart.... and yet the inside of the building seemed so lively with drunkards and bandits and wayward soldiers. Taking a deep breath, Nanatsu pulled the hood of her cloak farther forward to obscure her face and moved to enter the bulding. The moment she slid the door open, there was a momentary hush to regard her as the newcomer. The silence didn't last long and she was relieved when the patrons deemed her unimportant to focus on, all but one that was sitting closer to the middle of the room with a package near his feet.

That's the direction she moves towards, and once the merchant confirms who the lalafell really is, motions for her to sit down to conduct their business.

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[adamia]

Adamia is one such patron visiting the tavern that evening. Unlike most of the others inside, she wasn't drunk, or on her way to being drunk. She was a paying customer, nonetheless, and remained seated within in front of her own table, her mug half empty with the current beverage of choice. It had been... a tiring evening for her, with much of the Au Ra's thoughts focused on particularly somber matters.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Moving from one mark to the other, establishing her name as an assassin rather than a hero. Getting paid to take someone's life rather than to save it. But she was so deep into this line of work, what else could she really do with herself? It wasn't like she had any other life to go back to. People knew her current name and kept her well-funded with the jobs they provided. She certainly wouldn't be running out of gil any time soon...

She regarded the new arrival the same as everybody else. Judging by their height, it must've been a lalafell. For the most part, Adamia's attentions go elsewhere, though every now and again, she'll make quick glances at them. The hood makes it impossible to get a decent look at their face... But that was fine. Practically everyone in here had something to hide.