Night had fallen on Elbion. The star-speckled sky beautifully highlighted the full moon and the streets were filled to the brim with pleasure-seeking mortals, each and every one of which sought to fulfill their deepest, darkest desires. And tonight Rania Dazeir was one of them.
The raven-haired beauty was far from home, but this was not an unusual sight: Rania occasionally visited the cities that lay within a few days of Maraan, mostly to do business, meet with clients and perhaps get her thieving hands on one or two priceless artifacts. Tonight’s occasion was inspired by similar demands and the young woman seemingly floated through the streets of the merchant republic, searching for just the right place to begin her schemes.
On her last visit a few moons ago the clever girl had been able to sweet-talk a brainlessly drunk wizard out of his magical amulet which had fetched her a nice price with the caravans. What sounded bad really wasn’t all that shameful. Surely he wouldn’t miss his item, as she’d made sure to check beforehand whether or not he was reliant on it: newsflash, he wasn’t. Rania never stole from the poor, that was one of her principles.
That aside, the human wasn’t just looking for trouble. Perhaps there was more for her tonight and she was eager to find out. Without much hesitation Rania entered one of the larger establishments that promised entertainment, fun and perhaps even pleasure, and happily made her way to the bar counter to order a drink.
The raven-haired beauty was far from home, but this was not an unusual sight: Rania occasionally visited the cities that lay within a few days of Maraan, mostly to do business, meet with clients and perhaps get her thieving hands on one or two priceless artifacts. Tonight’s occasion was inspired by similar demands and the young woman seemingly floated through the streets of the merchant republic, searching for just the right place to begin her schemes.
On her last visit a few moons ago the clever girl had been able to sweet-talk a brainlessly drunk wizard out of his magical amulet which had fetched her a nice price with the caravans. What sounded bad really wasn’t all that shameful. Surely he wouldn’t miss his item, as she’d made sure to check beforehand whether or not he was reliant on it: newsflash, he wasn’t. Rania never stole from the poor, that was one of her principles.
That aside, the human wasn’t just looking for trouble. Perhaps there was more for her tonight and she was eager to find out. Without much hesitation Rania entered one of the larger establishments that promised entertainment, fun and perhaps even pleasure, and happily made her way to the bar counter to order a drink.
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