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While Nemeska did the talking, Akiza glanced about. More from idleness and vague curiosity than from actual commitment to their task.
And as her wandering eye drew close to the dagger, even in tacit fashion taking in the gleam of its metal, something called her attention away. Something moving. She glanced up. And there Akiza caught sight of one of the women—ostensibly a customer—disappearing in casual manner through a curtain with a man in tow.
To Nemeska's Gildan sensibilities, even if she had seen it, such a sight would have meant little. But to Akiza? Who had traveled the world? Who had seen with her eyes many fashions of taverns and inns and dark clubs and, specifically in this case, brothels? To Akiza's eye—though she could not yet be absolutely certain—it seemed very much like something unlawful, by Gildan standards, was taking place here.
She smiled at the genius of it. But of course many a woman would be here in this Market, pretty women at that. Who would suspect them of any activities of "ill-repute"? And likely it was that they mixed with the other women who had indeed honestly come for the custom, making their purchases and leaving, being none the wiser.
Well. Carry on then. It wasn't like Akiza was in any place to judge. Or to go about spoiling the secret.
It did make her wonder though. If Aylin had, in fact, come here, did she come here often? And if so, was she...a customer, or looking for customers? The latter would give Crispus quite the shock, even more so than the idea of a dashing rogue running off with his bride-to-be.
Aylin Denizal
And as her wandering eye drew close to the dagger, even in tacit fashion taking in the gleam of its metal, something called her attention away. Something moving. She glanced up. And there Akiza caught sight of one of the women—ostensibly a customer—disappearing in casual manner through a curtain with a man in tow.
To Nemeska's Gildan sensibilities, even if she had seen it, such a sight would have meant little. But to Akiza? Who had traveled the world? Who had seen with her eyes many fashions of taverns and inns and dark clubs and, specifically in this case, brothels? To Akiza's eye—though she could not yet be absolutely certain—it seemed very much like something unlawful, by Gildan standards, was taking place here.
She smiled at the genius of it. But of course many a woman would be here in this Market, pretty women at that. Who would suspect them of any activities of "ill-repute"? And likely it was that they mixed with the other women who had indeed honestly come for the custom, making their purchases and leaving, being none the wiser.
Well. Carry on then. It wasn't like Akiza was in any place to judge. Or to go about spoiling the secret.
It did make her wonder though. If Aylin had, in fact, come here, did she come here often? And if so, was she...a customer, or looking for customers? The latter would give Crispus quite the shock, even more so than the idea of a dashing rogue running off with his bride-to-be.
Aylin Denizal
