Amol-Kalit, Trident - Salitra
Salira was not a kind city, not to anyone. Founded centuries ago as a trade port for a now forgotten empire, Salitra was a massive coastal town often referred to as the Alliria of the West. Most of it's population was transient, hundreds of people traveling through the harbor on a daily basis.
Humans, Sand Elves, Half-Trolls, Orcs, and whatever else the mind could conjure up made their home in Salitra. There was no merchant council in charge, no work guilds or anything of the sort protecting those who might want to do business. Salitra was about the strong ruling the weak, and there was no arguing that from any angle.
It was also the frequent victim of attempted raids. Pirates from the seas and nomads from the east were always eager to grab at Salitra's wealth, and once or twice a year some daring band of fools attempted to brave the great spiked walls.
"You've got to be joking." Maecey said with a chuckle. "I'm short but I'm not a child."
The man behind the counter looked down at her, a clear sneer on his Orcish face. There was a distaste for her kind here, something she'd gotten used to over the last two weeks. "Either I get the same rate as every other Mercenary or I go over the wall and ask the guys in front of your gates for the same."
A scoff echoed from the Orc, but eventually he shook his head and deposited a small pile of gold.
Maecey reached up over the counter, standing on her tip toes to do so, and snatched up the gold. She flashed a grin towards the Orc, and then scooped up the small signet that marked her as a Mercenary under the employ of Emir Lettef Aslam, the man nominally in charge of Salitra.
Aslam was a decent man by all accounts, though he kept himself in charge of Salitra through military force alone. He had a band of Half-Trolls that acted as enforcers, though since these mysterious raiders from the East had shown up the Emir had been recruiting mercenaries like mad for the last two weeks. His forces had swelled quite a bit since he'd started hiring.
That was why it was so funny that Maecey had just made him pay for his own assassination.
Salira was not a kind city, not to anyone. Founded centuries ago as a trade port for a now forgotten empire, Salitra was a massive coastal town often referred to as the Alliria of the West. Most of it's population was transient, hundreds of people traveling through the harbor on a daily basis.
Humans, Sand Elves, Half-Trolls, Orcs, and whatever else the mind could conjure up made their home in Salitra. There was no merchant council in charge, no work guilds or anything of the sort protecting those who might want to do business. Salitra was about the strong ruling the weak, and there was no arguing that from any angle.
It was also the frequent victim of attempted raids. Pirates from the seas and nomads from the east were always eager to grab at Salitra's wealth, and once or twice a year some daring band of fools attempted to brave the great spiked walls.
"You've got to be joking." Maecey said with a chuckle. "I'm short but I'm not a child."
The man behind the counter looked down at her, a clear sneer on his Orcish face. There was a distaste for her kind here, something she'd gotten used to over the last two weeks. "Either I get the same rate as every other Mercenary or I go over the wall and ask the guys in front of your gates for the same."
A scoff echoed from the Orc, but eventually he shook his head and deposited a small pile of gold.
Maecey reached up over the counter, standing on her tip toes to do so, and snatched up the gold. She flashed a grin towards the Orc, and then scooped up the small signet that marked her as a Mercenary under the employ of Emir Lettef Aslam, the man nominally in charge of Salitra.
Aslam was a decent man by all accounts, though he kept himself in charge of Salitra through military force alone. He had a band of Half-Trolls that acted as enforcers, though since these mysterious raiders from the East had shown up the Emir had been recruiting mercenaries like mad for the last two weeks. His forces had swelled quite a bit since he'd started hiring.
That was why it was so funny that Maecey had just made him pay for his own assassination.
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