A dingy tavern like many that litter the docks, A Woman standing arms crossed with a contemplative expression, and a mostly empty notice board.
White hair flowed over her shoulders in glimmering untangled strands. It was just about the only thing on her person that wasn't weathered and travel worn.
The few bits of plate armor, dingy and a little rusted, the leather beneath muted and in a bit of disrepair. All items which seemed well taken care of but on their last leg. Feyrith's brow was set in a way that only heightened the overall pointed look of her features.
Even before reaching dry land they had begun to wrestle with the notion of a change of profession. It was easy enough to roam about taking on odd jobs but the novelty had worn off. Perhaps it was time to consider taking down roots. The job they had just finished was one of a glorified courier. It wasn't bad work per say but that was just it. Doing whatever job paid was all well and good when she was struggling to get by. Now that she'd had a string of well paid jobs she could afford to be a bit more discerning.
The problem then she realized was that she had no idea how to find such jobs. Feyrith's sharp eyes scanned over the shoddy well pitted cork and wood board with a deep frown. It was not the first such board she had seen in this state. Picked over with mostly postings for ship hands or dock workers.
The light tap of her boot against the muddy cobblestone floor was drowned out by the din of noisy drunken sailors. It made sense of course. It was just that she had been doing this for so long now that she hardly knew where else to look. Networking and social climbing had never been her strong suit. So here she was with a resume of dirty jobs from employers she couldn't name, in a city with no contacts and with few skills other than knowing just the right place to knife someone.
She peered at an illustration of a man in armor with a splash of Allira's flag colors.
The city guard, hm? She had heard rumors about, there were strange happenings with the guard as of late. Alliria was a naturally diverse city given it's reliance on trade. However, from what she heard this was a different kind of diversity altogether. Perhaps diverse enough to allow a Drow into their ranks without too many pesky questions. She doubted that one acquired such a position by simply asking. She shook the thought from her mind.
If that suspiciously head shaped package she had delivered was as bad as it had smelled she might be better off looking for work elsewhere. She wasn't keen to end up tangled in whatever that was about.
Abruptly Feyrith turned intending to give up on the board when she nearly collided with someone.
White hair flowed over her shoulders in glimmering untangled strands. It was just about the only thing on her person that wasn't weathered and travel worn.
The few bits of plate armor, dingy and a little rusted, the leather beneath muted and in a bit of disrepair. All items which seemed well taken care of but on their last leg. Feyrith's brow was set in a way that only heightened the overall pointed look of her features.
Even before reaching dry land they had begun to wrestle with the notion of a change of profession. It was easy enough to roam about taking on odd jobs but the novelty had worn off. Perhaps it was time to consider taking down roots. The job they had just finished was one of a glorified courier. It wasn't bad work per say but that was just it. Doing whatever job paid was all well and good when she was struggling to get by. Now that she'd had a string of well paid jobs she could afford to be a bit more discerning.
The problem then she realized was that she had no idea how to find such jobs. Feyrith's sharp eyes scanned over the shoddy well pitted cork and wood board with a deep frown. It was not the first such board she had seen in this state. Picked over with mostly postings for ship hands or dock workers.
The light tap of her boot against the muddy cobblestone floor was drowned out by the din of noisy drunken sailors. It made sense of course. It was just that she had been doing this for so long now that she hardly knew where else to look. Networking and social climbing had never been her strong suit. So here she was with a resume of dirty jobs from employers she couldn't name, in a city with no contacts and with few skills other than knowing just the right place to knife someone.
She peered at an illustration of a man in armor with a splash of Allira's flag colors.
The city guard, hm? She had heard rumors about, there were strange happenings with the guard as of late. Alliria was a naturally diverse city given it's reliance on trade. However, from what she heard this was a different kind of diversity altogether. Perhaps diverse enough to allow a Drow into their ranks without too many pesky questions. She doubted that one acquired such a position by simply asking. She shook the thought from her mind.
If that suspiciously head shaped package she had delivered was as bad as it had smelled she might be better off looking for work elsewhere. She wasn't keen to end up tangled in whatever that was about.
Abruptly Feyrith turned intending to give up on the board when she nearly collided with someone.
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