She'd left Alliria as a way of escaping things, but the path she'd taken had led her to a new kind of prison. The fortress city of Vel Anir hadn't been her first choice when deciding to escape her troubles; in fact, it was probably pretty close to the last of her choices. She needed to get away from people, and had found herself in a fortified city populated by the thousands. The only reason Sapphire had even gone here was that it was the furthest from Alliria that the merchant would take her. He had insisted that he had a cure for her, a way to control her abilities. But Sapphire had grown weary of the failed trials, of the caravanning from town to town. As usual, she found that she was best off keeping to herself.
That was proving difficult in Vel Anir. She'd been here a day and had already had to fight off a would-be thief, and struggled to find an inn that would charge a fair price. Landing in a bar by the edge of town late into the evening, she was fortunate to have been met by a kind innkeep who charged a fair price, and kept the kitchen open a little late to accommodate her. On first impressions, this city was a real shit hole. It seemed the type of city that would eat up people like herself, those who had been dealt a bad hand in life. Still, she supposed it couldn't hurt to give the place a few days of a chance... or could it?
She polished off the plate of food that had been made for her, quickly moving on to a round of ale. It wasn't the best she'd had, but it was far from the pisswater they'd served at the inn back home. Sapphire carried her flagon to a chair by the hearth, making sure to keep well away from the other patrons. She didn't want to make another Alliria of this place, not so soon. Scanning across the inn as the bard began to play, she spotted several of the inn's patrons, downing drinks and sharing tales. Finally, her gaze fell on a pair of eyes who, across the room, were staring right at her...
That was proving difficult in Vel Anir. She'd been here a day and had already had to fight off a would-be thief, and struggled to find an inn that would charge a fair price. Landing in a bar by the edge of town late into the evening, she was fortunate to have been met by a kind innkeep who charged a fair price, and kept the kitchen open a little late to accommodate her. On first impressions, this city was a real shit hole. It seemed the type of city that would eat up people like herself, those who had been dealt a bad hand in life. Still, she supposed it couldn't hurt to give the place a few days of a chance... or could it?
She polished off the plate of food that had been made for her, quickly moving on to a round of ale. It wasn't the best she'd had, but it was far from the pisswater they'd served at the inn back home. Sapphire carried her flagon to a chair by the hearth, making sure to keep well away from the other patrons. She didn't want to make another Alliria of this place, not so soon. Scanning across the inn as the bard began to play, she spotted several of the inn's patrons, downing drinks and sharing tales. Finally, her gaze fell on a pair of eyes who, across the room, were staring right at her...