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Old May 21, 2015, 06:17 PM   #1
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The sand felt uncomfortable under her bare feet, crunchy and sticky...but worst of it all it was hot. Just like everything else around her, it sweltered. She winched and hopped on one foot, brushing sand from her foot, then just as quickly from the other as the full force of her weight on her other foot bore the brunt of the hot yellow sand. It wasn't that she had never encountered sand before--she had--but she was largely accustomed to the rocks of the mountain stream beds and ice-touched lakes. Sand was a rarity whereas solid, packed dirt and and rocks were more typical. More importantly, the ground underfoot high up in her homeland was never this hot. Already she was regretting the placement of her boots--off with her belongings several uncomfortable hops away.

But she'd come this far, she wasn't about to turn back! Turning back was for the weak.

So Ylva covered the distance to the water's edge in a dash, sloshing into the ocean shin deep before she finally stopped, a wave rolling in against her knees. It was gentle surf, the weather pleasant in that there was a light breeze. Unpleasant in that it was thick, heavy with humidity, and hot. So hot! It was not her first summer in the lowlands but it was no matter than the last one. She'd learned that she'd needed to keep her arms covered and her face shaded with a hood to protect the pale white of her delicate winter-born skin but she was still sunburnt and peeling with it. Now, the Rhagrhnd woman stood there with her white hair drawn up off of her neck into a series of braids coiled into a tail that allowed her neck to breathe. She'd shed her sweat-laden long-sleeved shirt and now wore only a leather vest that exposed her pink, peeling arms and the sunburnt crest of her breasts. She was no longer the winter white woman but rather the summer red woman.

Ylva scooped water with the cup of her hand, served it into her mouth...spat it out with a shake of her head. She'd been warned that it would be salty but that hadn't stopped her from trying it. Salty didn't quite do the water justice! It was salty and then some! It didn't stop her from patting the back of her neck with the water, from even bending forward and pouring some of it over the top of her head. It soothed the burn underneath her hair...but only for a moment.

She was going to have to stop visiting the lowlands in the summer months!

Sliding water down the lengths of her arms, Ylva turned back towards the beach, flashing a broad grin towards her companion. Dragon was proving to be an excellent friend to travel with, always eager to be doing something and not hesitant at all with blade or bow. That she shared the Rhagrhnd's love of the hunt only bolstered Dragon's worth. That she was pleasant helped. "I have seen it, yes? But I have not touched." It was warmer than she had anticipated but it was a relieving sort of warmth. She almost would have appreciated the cold chill of the mountain lakes instead, for the sake of her burns, but this would do just fine.

She wished she could have tarried longer in the water but Ylva knew there was business around the corner. Convenient that the individual who had been asking around about hiring swords had wanted to meet on the beach. An interesting choice for a meet-up but with the water close at hand Ylva had been more than happy to at least hear more about what the job offer might be. There hadn't been a whole lot said. Mercenary work, that was clear enough. Not Ylva's favorite sort of business, preferring her own freedom, but it was something to do so why not?

The water made the sand feel less hot under foot as Ylva padded back to her pile of belongings. Her sword was still at her hip, the dagger at her thigh but she had to pick up again her bow, her arrows. She patted her arms dry first with her shirt, used it to wring out her hair--it would dry quickly enough in the heat. "It is almost a thing for fear, your seas. It goes on for so far." She turned back to the water as it washed against the shoreline. She could see a ship in the distance but that was all. No sign of other land, just the sea disappearing into the horizon line.
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Old May 22, 2015, 11:56 AM   #2
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Rhys's skin was fair, but not nearly as fair as her Rhagrhnd friend's. Luckier still, her skin tended to simply darken during the summer months spent outdoors, making her less susceptible to the suns' harsh, itchy burns. It didn't hurt that her father had often taken her about the empire when the weather grew warm, rather than remaining settled in the mountains all era 'round. One of the half elf's favorite places to be had been the beach when she was younger, although she remembered her initial distaste of how the waters had burned her eyes and caused her hair to twist and dry. The soft sand and the sparkling waters had made up for all that quickly enough.

The mercenary was chuckling at Ylva's initial reaction to the heat of the sands, standing a ways back with a wrist settled on the pommel of her sword. Her typical armor tended to chafe and swelter in the summer heat, so these brightenings she did without it when it wasn't absolutely necessary. For the time being she stood with plain breeches and thin leather boots, her fitted off-white tunic rolled all the way up to the shoulders. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her head so that the hair wouldn't mat against her neck. The manner of her garb and hair revealed a relatively new tattoo, the image of a black dracolich coiled about her upper right arm.

She couldn't help but laugh again when Ylva tried to drink the ocean water, which certainly didn't have the nice crisp flavor the mountain streams provided. Ylva's unfamiliarity with what may have been simple things to others was refreshing in its own right. Seeing things anew through the barbari's eyes had allowed Rhys a new perspective on the things she might have taken for granted. Couple that with the woman's shared love for adventure and her lacking fear of societal norms, and she made for the most excellent travel companion.

She nodded her head at Ylva's obvservation as the woman returned, her own eyes tracing the sea line. "There are those who spend their lives on the sea," she said, "some merchants and the like, but others pillagers and conquerers of ships. They seem to have troubles of their own out there, from monsters to fellow Man. And then there's the weather... the storms, the changing winds, and the churning of the waves." She grunted. "Honestly, I can hardly imagine what it's like, even though it doesn't sound too far off from what we deal with here on land."
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It had taken quite a while for the elf to hike northward to the Eunesian Sea, all the way from Aelyria Prime, past Sacrum and on to Jiems. She hadn't minded it, though. Receiving the letter from Faenhope you don't mind, I need a reason to be here! had been exciting enough - Dalia hadn't had much contact with the half-elf since the later had left the service - but when she'd learned that Faen was setting herself up as a mercenary and had a job planned... well, that had piqued the grey elf's interest. While Dalia still believed in the legions and all they represented, it was hard not be at least somewhat disillusioned by the actual reality. There was just so much paperwork, so many dull training exercises that never really seemed to go anywhere. Patience was one thing, but watching the enormous beast that was the legions flounder under the weight of its own mass was dispiriting. She'd see how this job of Faen's turned out, and... well, there would be time for decisions later.

The mountain elf had and plenty of time to think all that through by the time she'd made it to her destination and the sea shore lay before her. Pausing on the grassy bank above the sand, Dalia adjusted her gear, reaching down to loosen her water flask and take a long drink. It was hot, and carrying the pack with all her gear was not a walk in the park, even after all of those training exercises. She'd long ago draped the cloak she'd brought in case of night chills or rain across her pack and now wore only a pair of light-weight breeches and a linen shirt, all of it civilian. Her helmet, which was slung at her back along with her bow and quiver, would be the only tell-tale sign that she was, in fact, a legionnaire. The sword buckled at her side was also standard issue, but it was nondescript enough not to provoke any particular questions about its provenance.

Two women appeared down below on the seashore. Dalia squinted, but, not being able to see precisely who they were at this distance, jump down the embankment and proceeded through the sand. One of them bent down and tasted the salt water. Dalia's nose wrinkled, wondering what she was thinking; she certainly looked odd enough, what with that white hair. Definitely not Faen. The other woman, now that she could see better, wasn't Faen either. They had a tough, warrior look to them, though, so the mountain elf approached anyway. Perhaps they were here for the same reason as she.

"Serale," she nodded to them both when she'd drawn near enough, stopping and adjusting the weight of the pack again on her shoulders so a slight breeze - thank the gods - was able to cool the nape of her neck. It got hot in the Khardrans, but... this was a heat of an entirely different sort. The hot sand didn't seem to be helping, either. "Are you... with Faengwen Tash?" She hesitated slightly before revealing her business, but after all, that was the only way to find out for sure.
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Faen had not thought that Jemis would have much to offer save it being the end of her stint a a caravan guard, but she was learning that being hired muscle could get you work pretty much anywhere there was a concentration of people. It seemed that ports were especially rich with opportunity.

The meeting place for the most recent bit of work she was investigating was, suspiciously, the beach. This annoyed Faen mostly because sand was cursed hard to remove from clothes and equipment, especially armor and scabbards. This, along with the heat made her pack light. Faen had taken a room in a cheap lodging house, paying much more to stable her horse, sacrificing her own comfort for the well being of the animal, who she’d become unexpectedly fond of, besides her being immensely useful. She had yet to name the mare, who she called “Red” for lack of a better term. It was good enough for now. Maybe it would even stick.

For the meeting on the beach, Faen dressed simply. She wore loose brown trousers cinched tight around her waist with a plethora of belts. Tucked into her trousers was a loose, undyed shirt over which she wore a tight leather cuirass that was her only armor-- the rest of her leathers and mail she left secured her bunk. To keep the sun off her pale gray skin she wore a wide brimmed hat, though she also carried a helm with a cruelly curved, archaic looking horn at its crest slung across her back to don if she’d need it either to look intimidating or for protection-- if she wore it in the direct sun now though, she feared it might boil her brains. At her hip, the belts held a brawling dagger with a heavy handle and slim saber with a brass hand guard and a leather wrapped hit. She did not often carry any more weapons than what she had now, finding them cumbersome if she were to fight bare handed-- and of course, her hands and feet were dangerous weapons in their own right.

Her feet crunched lightly as she strode down the beach. Faen had fought viper-like creatures in sand more shifting and treacherous than this damp stuff, and had lived to tell the tale, and her high boot leathers were thick enough that they would be easy to clean. Still, sand was generally an annoying substance for a warrior. Maybe she should come down here later and practice some zinn'ka forms. She spared only a few glances for the sparking water that stretched out endlessly before her eyes scanned the beach for the The Job. If it had been a leisurely stroll she might have gone down to the water’s edge and dipped fingers in the water, patted her neck, but she did not want to get the salt anywhere near her armor. Down the beach were two figures, one playing at the water’s edge and the other watching on. Faen slowed her approach to observe them as another figured approached. She could hear them speak over the hiss and crash of waves, but could not make out the words. As she got closer however, she saw that the newcomer was familiar…

So Dalia had gotten her letter after all!Exactly what I was thinking! She hadn’t thought that the little elf, now a veteran of the Xet invasion, would have stuck with the Legion as her duty required, but it was good to see that she had strayed, as Faen had... at least for now. Faen schooled the grin off her face so it settled into more of a smirk. She seized the two strangers up quickly: both women, which Faen found comforting. It was no secret that Faen prefered the company of women for business. As for pleasure, she wasn’t quite so picky. They were both short, Faen noticed. In fact Faen fairly loomed over the three of them with her sturdy frame. The two women looked like fighters. The feral little human had light hair and a scarred face with an alert manner that reminded Faen of a wild animal. The other had dark hair and elven blood strong in her veins, with a tattoo prominently displayed on one of her bare arms. The elven one had an open but watchful manner, and Faen immediately suspected she was something of an idealist, before her eyes settled on Dalia.

“Looking for me?” She addressed Dalia alone, her tone gruff, but anyone could hear that her voice was cultured. She held out a hand to grasp Dalia by the forearm in greeting. “Strange place for a business meeting.”
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Sometimes Dragon was understanding and careful of her speech, aware of Ylva's limited grasp on certain words. There were so many to keep track of, these lowlander words, and so many words for one little thing. This was not a day where Dragon was understanding. Most of the words she caught, most of them she knew. One or two escaped her. She got the gist, though. Understood most of it. Monsters. Conquerors. The sea was dangerous, that was what Dragon tried to infer. "Sea thieves." Ylva turned her head, spat. Her dislike for those who resorted to thievery was a thing never shied away from. Thievery was a detested thing but so were just about all crimes among the Rhagrhnd. Commit a foul deed against your fellow man and you went to trial. The guilty had only one fate: death.

"Not far off," she plucked the words deliberately from her friend, finding them fitting, "There are many conquerors of...wagons in the lowland, hm?" Because Rhagrhnd thieves were a rare thing...while here? Yes, in the lowlands they seemed to be almost everywhere. "You have not been on the sea? You are like I? You touch, you see, but you have not...shipped?" That was the word...right?

But she was withheld from her answer, having spotted the woman coming. She made a small gesture to Dragon but the Rhagrhnd woman suspected that already she had heard and even seen her approach herself. Ylva's hand grazed, briefly, the pommel of her sword but she didn't outwardly strike a defensive pose, suggest that she would draw the weapon. Instead she flashed the elf woman a grin and wrung out the shirt wet with salt water and sand. The elf seemed a fierce sort--elves were doing their best these days, it seemed, to prove to Ylva they were not weak--with her weapons and her bits of armor quite apparent. Ylva stiffened, seeing immediately the truth of the helmet and the sword. She'd seen them bored, up close and very personal. The pang that struck her was a nauseous one, uncertain in its feelings.

She shook it off and kept that careful smile to her face.

"Am I...with fang when...trash?" She blinked at the small elf, finding it refreshing to encounter someone about, though not quite, as small as herself. She turned a glance to Dragon, as if to ask if the half-elf understood what this gray-skinned woman spoke of. Ylva had never seen a woman, let alone an elf, with such gray skin. She looked well-past the hour of death, not at all healthy. Yet there was a strength to her, a muscle apparent in her movement. She flowed like a woman who was familiar and comfortable with the physical world.

Another voice. Ylva stiffened, turned, having not heard her approach. She'd been too focused on the other gray one--for this new addition, too, was gray, if paler in color; if the first had been well-past death in her skin pallor, this one was closer. Sisters, then? Though it was apparent that the second was not as sharp in her elven blood as the first. Sort of like Dragon...diluted. "Ah!" Realization. "They come for the job," Ylva noted, sounding rather pleased with herself. See? Talking with lowlanders wasn't always a chore.
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Dalia blinked as the white-haired woman spoke, surprised that she spoke so haltingly - haltingly enough that the elf had some difficulty for a moment understand what exactly she was talking about. Fang when trash?... Oh! She had mistaken her for Faengwen!

"No," The elf shook her head in reply, realizing at the same time that, on the one hand, the two women clearly didn't know who Faengwen was, but, at the same time, knew that she was to be here. That was rather odd. They were rather odd - the short, white-haired human with the wild look and the rough-looking light elf with the black tattoo circling her arm. "I-"

The crunch of feet on sand, followed a split second later by the sounds of a familiar voice, made the grey elf whirl. Catching sight of her old companion, Dalia's face split into a wide smile, her eyes nearly disappearing between soft brows and softer cheeks. Her build, like that of all her kind, was sturdy and muscular, and that included the rounded features of her face. "Faen!" She burst out, the exclamation a sign of uncharacteristic warmth, though it probably didn't seem so to those who didn't know her. Dalia gripped her taller friend's arm hard. "Thought you may have gone to the ancestors during the Xet attack." She hadn't seen the half-elf since that brightening, though of course she'd heard later on that she'd survived. But so many had been lost, and there had been such confusion among their ranks during and after... it had been a hard brightening.

The wild-looking one with the thick accent was speaking again, and Dalia became aware that their reunion was being watched. Withdrawing her hand, she stepped back. "This is Faengwen," she jerked her chin up to indicate the half-elf, her eyes settling on Ylva's as she went back to the point of their interrupted conversation. "I am Dalia."
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Ylva's repetitions of what the merc had said were beginning to make Rhys realize that perhaps she had not been as clear as she had thought. Ylva didn't seem to have missed the mark, however; the term sea thieves was exactly it. Thankfully, Rhys had only heard of pirates in telling, and was never so unfortunate as to be a victim of them.

She opened her mouth to answer Ylva's question, to tell her she had only been on a ferry to Demios, when the new arrival asked who they were with. The rhagrhnd was quick to answer, leaving Rhys to only offer a mild look of confusion. She thought that perhaps this Faengwen might arrive soon if they were beginning to gather here for a similar purpose.

She didn't get a work in edgewise there, either, as this Faengwen happened upon them in that instant, proving Rhystlin's suspicions correct. The half elf looked over the two women now that they had made themselves known, noting that she had rarely seen elves of such grey skin before, and wondered if they were comrades or family.

As the two women caught up, Rhys flashed her white-haired companion a grin. "I believe you're correct," she said, "Although I would agree that this is a strange place for a business meeting."

Well, it wouldn't be the first time she had met in an on place for a mercenary job.

The half elf's attention was drawn to Dalia as she turned and made introductions. Nodding her head in acknowledgment, the merc gestured to herself and to Ylva, in turn.

"Serale. My name is Rhystlin, and this is Ylva."

She wasn't sure what more to say beyond that, as the women looked to be the type to share pleasantries with one another more than with any stranger. The merc would spare them the polite conversation just for the sake of being polite; she doubted it was necessary.
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While the ladies made small talk, sized each other up, and synchronized with each other’s ...personalities, one of them might note that a small rowboat was making its way ashore. Three figures were aboard, two rowmen and a fancily-dressed fellow standing at the helm.

“You shoulda seen her, mate”, Cheev was saying loudly. The Arkamatan was middle-aged but he was built like an oxen steer with a thick neck and an even greater girth along his waist, arms, and thighs. Somehow, his enormous muscles didn’t translate to rowing prowess. “She had the Empress’ face and Diana’s body!”

His mate, a bored-looking Kemite on the opposite oar rolled his eyes. “You say that with all your pretty perfumed peacocks”, he spat back accusingly. “Besides, you were piss drunk. That woman was cross-eyed and might have been a man once or twice before.”

“Feth you, Kang!”

“Can you two stop talking about fugly whores for two minutes?”, snarled the merchant at the front of the rowboat. He had a long, drawling accent that sounded off. But he seemed to be emphasizing a lot of the vowels to sound Jaedaxian. “I didn’t hire you to talk. ROW. Before I throw you overboard.” Sighing irritably, he straightened out his orange silk vest over his matching pajamas. The suns and heat was making his brow sweat, which he dabbed with a handkerchief diligently. Marcel de Chanteaux understood how to make an impression. Business was all about first impressions. Especially when one was hiring killers.

Kang and Cheev mumbled something about mutiny before rowing it out for a few minutes in silence.

Until Cheev added in a worried voice, “Did she really ...you know, look like a man?”

Kang tried to remain stone-faced but he cracked a smirk. “Nah, my pang-yau”, he replied with a snort, using the Kemite word for ‘friend’. “She was lovely. Like a shark with lipstick.”

“But ...a female shark, right?”

And the pair burst out laughing.

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The merchant looked like a walking, talking bowl of oranges. His bright yellow shirt coupled with an orange vest, matching pajamas, and black boots either made him really avant-garde in the realm of fashion. Or colorblind. But the Jaedaxian merchant was definitely the man Ylva was made aware of by her ‘contacts’. The mountain woman was beginning to make a name for herself in these circles. Not unlike her companions.

“Mademoiselles”, greeted the orangey merchant as he waded across the ankle-high waves from the rowboat. “A pleasure, a pleasure. But I did not expect so many beauties. Somehow, I was told that I was hiring sellswords not models!” He laughed melodically, his tenor sounding like the ringing of coins. “I am Chanteaux. Your ...proprietor. For this small task, oui?” He smiled and it reminded the women of a hammerhead shark grimacing. He had a wide face with oddly-spaced eyes. But he was also strangely tanned, like the color was painted by hand rather than infused by the suns naturally. His eyebrows and beard were perfectly trimmed and symmetrical, though, which only served to highly the irregularities of his face.

He handed Ylva a scroll tube sealed with wax. “You seem like the ice queen my contact mentioned. I can only pay you, though. I asked only for one sword, not four. So you’ll have to share, if you all survive.” The way he said the last bit made it sound like he didn’t expect them all to live. “Anyway, the man whose head I want is a thief and a liar. Stole from me. He was arrested. Then he escaped.” Marcel Chanteaux made an exaggerated whimper complete with hand-on-forehead. “Please, mademoiselles. Give me this small justice.”
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Faen returned Dalia’s grin with a wolfish one of her own and squeezed her forearm hard-- a silent affirmation of their kinship and assurance that Faen was indeed glad to see her comrade. “The ancestors wouldn’t have me,” she replied. “Nor would the Xet. Too gamey.” Faen wanted to talk about the battle and it’s aftermath, but not in front of these strangers. Faen nodded to the two other women. “You may call me Faen,” she said to the blonde woman and the other half-elf. She didn’t want the barbari to mangle her elven name, after all.

Further need for awkward silence or pointless small talk was relieved by a small boat heading to shore. Faen blinked to see if her eyes were deceiving her, or if they really were rowing a big orange tent to shore….. No, there was a man under all that color. Tent-man waded to shore and Faen immediately disliked him.

Faen snorted. “I can model how a sword might look in your gut, if you’d like. I’m here for a job, not to be ogled.” In truth the only real beauty here was that Rhys woman, who had the delicate, sweet face that most lightborn half elves could claim. Neither Faen’s strong features or Dalia’s soft ones could be called beautiful, and the “ice queen”… well she was interesting at least. But beautiful? Not really.

Faen shook her head in disbelief as he deferred to Ice Queen. “Then your man fethed the job already if he kept advertising after the position was filled. He said nothing about this being a one woman operation.” She took a step forward to scrutinize the “Jeadaxian” man. Even his skin was orange, as if he’d been dunked in a vat of dye. She sniffed him loudly, like a wolf might smell a strange object that might be friend or might be prey. First impressions were important after all, and smell was just one of those things people couldn’t really change about themselves. “You pay us all the promised amount, or none of us work, and your mark gets further away. He’s running as we speak, isn’t he? How long till he’s out of your reach? What do you say, girls?”

It was a gamble, putting on a front of unity with these strangers. Of course, unity tactics with potential allies were useful when one was self employed. She hoped the others understood that. She also hoped she’d disturbed out this sniveling little orange man with her sniffing and her posturing. If anything, at least he’d think she was a freak. A dangerous freak.

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Ah. Fang When was a name. An interesting name. An odd name...but a name. She was a little grateful when the tallest of them all suggested that she and Rhystlin merely refer to her as Fang...not that Ylva generally had a problem with longer names but it would be slightly difficult to wrap herself around Fang When on a regular basis. Fang suited just nicely.

Ylva drew in a breath to begin conversation, speculation over the reason for the beach and the men that had brought them there together. That breath gusted out in something of a small noise as her eyes slid towards the boat rowing in towards the shore. The She-Wolf's head tilted as she watched it. It was, by far, one of the oddest things the Rhagrhnd woman had seen amidst the lowland people so far. A tent out on the water? It looked silly...just as the man who stepped off the boat looked rather silly. He was everything about lowlanders that Ylva found so baffling, from the way he looked down to the very way that he spoke (she had no idea what this model thing was but judging from her new companion's response, she wagered it wasn't a good thing).

Ylva shifted a baffled look briefly to Dragon. She was confused by the man's approach to the whole conversation. She knew only Dragon of the four and certainly hadn't invited along the two gray-skinned women standing there now. If anyone had messed up communications it had been the man hired to find the orange merchant's help, it seemed--Fang had that one right.

Nonetheless Ylva looked at the scroll. She'd seen scrolls before but largely at a distance--she'd certainly never handled them. She toyed with it, picked at the wax until it opened. Then she handed it to Rhystlin--Ylva couldn't read, after all. *"I think maybe your man made mistake, yes. There are four, you pay four. I cannot do job as just one, it is not the way of--what you say? The Ice Queen." Ylva barred her teeth, playing to her feral scarring, her barbaric look. "You hire the four or you go find others."

She folded her arms, bare and wet from the water. Her chin tilted upward. "If your thing mean so much then this is no trouble. Harder, I think, to find a new hunter."
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Rhystlin's eyes narrowed as she tried to catch a glimpse of the group that was approaching. The only point her eyes would even bother to focus on, however, was the great smattering of orange and yellow she had almost mistaken for a reflection of the suns. As the rowboat gradually neared, she realized the "reflection" was at the helm of the vessel, and was steadily taking on a resemblance to a giant orange with arms and legs.

The mercenary found the merchant's quip about the appearance of his hirelings to sound terribly contrived. She crossed her arms in front of herself and bit back a snigger at Faen's quick response, but the amusement melted away when the man refused to pay them all. An interesting declaration when she and Ylva had taken this job together.... Not to mention the fact that neither of them were acquainted with these other two, who had to have come upon the job at some other time and place. Advertising for a number of mercenaries when he only needed one was the fault of the merchant alone, and she was not about to fight these other women for Sir Orange's single bounty.

"I am inclined to agree with my companions," she said, a tone of disinterest in her voice. It was partially for show, but partially sincere.... There were other jobs, after all, and she was not emotionally invested in this one. But it would have been a disappointment to have come all the way to Jiems for a refusal.

"You'll have a hard time finding skilled hunters and warriors like those in our team. What we search for, we will find. Quality of work, assured deliverables... you pay what those promises are worth, Chanteaux. Do you think we have our reputation for nothing?

"You can go find your single sellsword, sure, but if he or she can actually deliver on what you request on their own, well... they would demand a higher price anyway, yes? I can hardly imagine you're saving any coin this way."


She offered him a smile, although the displeasure she was experiencing at the idea of an unpaid job made it out to be more of a bearing of teeth than anything remotely polite.
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The human woman named Rhystlin introduced herself and her white-haired friend as Ylva, but all other conversation was stilled by the approach of a boat. Truthfully, Dalia didn't mind; she wasn't one for small talk, and having introduced themselves, they'd pretty much run out of anything useful to say.

The bright orange individual who stepped off the rowboat, on the other hand, didn't seem to have that particular problem - though, needless to say, he did have several others (problems, that is). And he was not just orange... he was orange. All over. Dalia frowned and squinted, feeling as if she was about to be blinded by all that mass of garish colour. Was this some other type of human - a subspecies she hadn't yet encountered, like the rough, white-haired Ylva? Something told the grey elf, however, that man's appearance was fake.

The sense of fakeness literally rolling off the man, and with every effusive word he spoke, did not fill Dalia with confidence. He seemed to turn his attention particularly to Ylva, whom he called the Ice Queen. While her companions - beginning with Faen - seemed especially concerned with the price of business, Dalia (who hadn't really come here for the money, anyway), was a lot more concerned about her gut sense that there was something wrong with the situation.

Really, how could one trust an individual who was, in a word, orange? No. It was impossible. Definitely impossible for any self-respecting grey elf.

"Nobody is our proprietor." Dalia crossed her arms, her feet imperceptibly having edged apart into a stance that screamed wariness. "Even if we take your job... which we haven't yet agreed to do, even if you pay us what you owe." She'd stand behind Faen and Faen's friends on that one, not because it made much material difference to her, but because Dalia thought solidarity was important. She was a legionnaire, after all. "You'd best say who this thief is, and what he steal from you - and why not let the authorities settle the matter? Have you anything to hide here?" The elf didn't beat about the bush when she had something to say.
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If a bowl of oranges could be offended, Chanteaux’s expression was the closest approximation to it.

Displeased but not downtrodden, the flamey merchant made a dismissing gesture with his free hand (that wasn’t dramatically on his clammy forehead). “Pishposh”, he snapped shrewdly. “Four swords? For one man? Overkill, mon cheri!” He smirked when Faen sniffed him. He smelled like masculine, musky oils with a hint of cinnamon. Or was that vanilla? If Faen was going for freaky to intimidate Chanteaux, she just discovered that ‘freaky’ was his preferred type -- by default.

He turned to Ylva when she spoke, resting his delicately trimmed hands on his curvaceous hips while the she-wolf spoke. “Find others?”, he sounded offended and worst of all, bored. “Your-fething-icy-majesty, I don’t think we’re understanding each other.” The annoyance in his voice was betrayed only by his lopsided frown due to his misshapen face. “You work for me. If you don’t like to work, then go along.” He made another gesture, as if he was shooing away kitty cats from his lap. “Hunters are a silver shield a dozen, white beauty.” Then Ylva opened the scroll, she handed it to Rhystlin to inspect with her fancy reading.

The sorceress found a few copied reports from Le Protectorat du Paix. If Rhystlin wasn’t familiar with Jaedaxia or Jaedaxienne, she might conclude that the were some kind of guard order. The emblems on the letterhead suggested that Chanteaux managed to fetch originals or had someone on the inside make legitimate duplicates. The man they were hunting was a known felon, con, and smuggler. According to his rap sheet, or criminal record, this particular Vicente Peruggia served a few months in jail every couple of eras growing up until his latest escape en route to Terra. Among his list of former accomplices, though, were several other names Rhystlin didn’t recognize. But the last name had been summarily redacted.

“Guarantees? Mercenaries who make assurances? Hah!”, exclaimed Chanteaux mirthlessly. “You will deliver? Assuredly. It’s easy to make promises when your own head and livelihood is not on the line, mademoiselle!” He was flushed with frustration now, all of it aimed at Rhystlin. “Skilled warriors … team? You four look like a half-baked batch of sourdough bread!” He seemed more disgusted by the thought of actual sourdough than the point he was making.

He scoffed at Dalia. “Too many cooks!”, he yelped, throwing his fluffy-sleeved arms in the air in mock surrender. “You four figure it out! Now! I will pay -- with assurances and guarantees! Anything less and don’t bother coming back to collect.” He glared at Dalia and made a growling sound. “Ask your friend”, he snapped, jabbing a finger in Rhystlin’s direction. “I gave you little urchins all the deets.”

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"One man, hm?" The half elf's tone betrayed her hesitance to believe this, especially when criminals tended to have friends or places that would harbor them. She took the scroll anyway, unable to understand the language it was written in, but picking out the fact that it seemed to be a record or a bounty of some kind; she had seen plenty of those before. She skimmed through, already having determined it must be in regards to the man they were meant to find.

She ignored the yapping cinnamon sunrise as her eyes continued down the scroll. She recognized the list to hold a variety of names, although she couldn't match them to any particular individuals. She couldn't help but chuckle aloud as she reached the final missing name. Amused, she rolled the scroll back up.

"Might you have been a friend of our bounty once, Chanteaux?" she handed the scroll to either Dalia or Faen, should either of them reach out to take it.

The redacted name and the man's growing belligerence gave the half elf the impression that he was more desperate than he had claimed. She assessed him calmly, having been unfamiliar with the initial amount since Ylva was not typically the type to concern herself with coin. The price was reasonable for a party, let alone a single person. She offered a sigh and a shrug.

Given that their bounty was apparently a wanted man, and the pay was reasonable enough, she did not mind pursuing the job. But other concerns did plague her. She briefly wondered at whether they should concern themselves with the fact that Chanteaux might possibly be a criminal himself, hoping to silence their target. Perhaps the target had critical information, given that he was needed alive. She wondered what she was turning the criminal over to, especially if Chanteaux was offering more than the official bounty. There was also the possibility that he was really hoping to smuggle the bounty somewhere, or did not really harbor the ire he claimed so strongly now.

"Thoughts?" she asked the others quietly when they had time to ruminate on the matter. She looked at Dalia in particular, who had seemed to ask the most meaningful question before. Rhystlin had been burned by misinformation before, and she would not particular like to knowinglyo further the goals of a criminal. Perhaps the elf had similar concerns.
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“Mmm,” Faen purred as she inhaled the man’s scent. “You smell like… money.” He did too. Those oils did not come cheap, and there was a distinct spice. “Or a pastry, I can’t decide. Expensive pastry, perhaps?” Either way, she’d have this slime ball for breakfast if he didn't. Stop. Talking.

Faen wasn’t even that interested in the job. At least he didn’t want them to kill the man, just bruise the merchandise a little-- Faen was no assassin, and required a fair fight when taking in bounties. Rhystlin offered over the scroll and Faen took it, turning her back to Orangy as she read. She’d spent some time in Jeadaxia on and off with her family, and had a basic understanding of the language, enough that she could decipher that these were copies of official bounties and that their target-- one Vicente Peruggia had a rap. It also didn’t go unnoticed that the last name of known accomplices was redacted. Faen checked closely to see how recent this redaction was. Was it in the same ink as the rest of the script on the page?

She ignored Chanteaux’s yapping as she thought, agreeing with Dalia’s thoughts but wishing she’d kept them private. Dalia was too honest for this line of work, though still Faen was glad to have her to watch their backs. She was reliable, which allowed Faen to take more risks. And this half elf was sharp, which she liked.

“Let’s follow this," she replied to Rhystlyn's question as they moved off from the Jeadaxian. "If we don’t like where it leads, we skip out on Orangy there and bring Peruggia to Jeadaxia to collect on an official bounty. We get paid either way. One way is just a bit more… and a bit more shady… and vanilla scented, than the other.” That should appeal to all sides-- Dalia’s sense of justice would be satisfied, and Rhystlin’s suspicions soothed by the ability to change course as needed. Faen still couldn’t get a read on the barbari though, though she suspected the woman didn’t really care. Of course, Faen didn’t offer up that it would be her alone heading to Jeadaxia to collect on the bounty should they decide to ditch Chanteaux’s contract. Well, she’d send Dalia a share, of course. The other two though? If she’d never see them again, why bother?

Either way, this man was not the brightest for all his freakish flamboyance. He agreed to pay them all, so they should take it. Faen would use teamwork to get to this Peruggia, and re-assess the situation once he was in hand.
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