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Ask Noria Voyage For Two Please

The Dreamer
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Algarus
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"I'm not certain your boss would appreciate the tone you are taking with me. I paid you for a reason." Akasha said sternly, the kind of tone a mother would take with a bratty child. Though, it seemed to have no effect on the large mountain of a man before her. She stared at him for a long moment, before the ship wright butted in. "Ma'am, listen, if you two are going to turn this into a domestic dispute, can you please take it outside?" A rather stressed out and elderly man said, almost begging the two to not start an argument within the shop. Canting her head behind her, Akasha could now see there were several other customers wanting to book passage, and currently she and her bodyguard were holding up the line. Oh, was he going to get it. Closing her eyes and mustering up all the patience she had in store, Akasha sighed as she accepted the earnest request. "Yes sir, we can do just that. Sorry for the disturbance." She spoke, throwing the large dark skinned man beside her a look that might have caused death in the faint of heart. Turning to leave, she half expected her 'guard' to remain rigid in place, but he had followed her out instead. "I honestly don't know what in the several hells is your problem." Akasha stammered, letting her temper get the better of her for the time being. "I told you were I am going, and why I need you to come along, and yet you refuse. I expect an explanation. Now." The platinum haired beauty was steaming, partly out of anger, partly from her bloodline abilities; she forked out alot of coin for this dumb bastard, and here he was wasting her time? Crossing her arms, she stared up at him, not caring that he was almost three heads taller than her, and could probably throw her off into the horizon. Oh no, if he was going to make an ass of himself, she was going to get an explanation.
Kayenta Moenkopi
 
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Algarus
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Tonka didn't care about what the silver haired bitch wanted. No, not one bit. Here he was, having been hired to protect some pertinacious whore that someone up the chain fancied, and now she was expecting him to wander about with her as if he was some rental watch dog. No. He was a sell sword, a mercenary, but there was no way in hell that this little whore was going to be sending him across continent because she beckoned it. Yes, Tonka was was scared of the open sea, but that was beside the point! He refused to speak a word to her inside the boat wrights shop, and now that the conflict was going down in the street, he half debated about storming off here and now; though his boss would be ringing his ass out for it. Seeing the little whore cross her arms and glare up at him almost made him want to laugh. Who the hell was she trying to intimidate. Tonka had seen the face of death dozens of times over, the pouty face this bitch was showing him was a joke compared to that. "You want an explanation? I'll give it to you." Tonka said bluntly, his tone striking as harsh as a whip on the back of cattle. "I am paid specifically to protect you, in this territory. Not to be dragged about as if I'm part of your royal guard or your god damn dog. You are pushing the terms of my contract, and you need to take it up with my employer. Because If you are expecting me to just roll over because you command it, then you are in for a rude awakening, woman." He snarled, staring down at her, raising his shoulders as he dwarfed the smaller in stature Akasha. If they weren't in a public place right now, he would have choke slammed her into the ground right about now, but the last thing he needed was another charge on his record; he might actually get dismissed for that.
 
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Having taken lodgings at the Drunken Kraken Tavern, which boasted a fairly reliable stable for its patrons to house their steeds, Taliha bid her mare farewell leaving the blue dun to her extra ration of oats. The last few months had been rough on both Taliha and her horse as they subsisted off the lands through which they traveled. Things like molasses soaked oats were a welcome change to her diet and Wench had tucked right in as soon as the rations had hit the feed box in her stall. With a warning to the stable hand about the tendency of the war steed to bite, the outcast took to the streets intent on exploring the markets and what this city had to offer.

Noria, she had learned, was replete with merchants; and was it any wonder being situated as it was on the coast? A bustling port city, her eyes readily picking up the numerous ships and the long lines of goods being exchanged in and out of the docks, the woman felt confident she would find work upon some caravan transporting merchandise to the interior. It was a lifestyle with which she was familiar for her people augmented their income through trade along their migration through the deserts. In no way was she deft at bartering, but she could provide ample protection for those who were.

Eschewing the common room of the tavern to sate her own hunger, she figured to kill two birds with one stone, as it were. Street vendors were notorious for knowing a city like no other so in addition to a hot meal she hoped to glean some information about which merchants might be hiring and of those with whom she should avoid getting entangled. The last thing she wanted to be forced to do was to kill some greedy merchant who treated his guards like dumb slaves to be exploited and abused.

It was the allure of pan fried noodles that directed her course, the smell of hot peppers adding a sweetness to the overwhelming aroma of curry that permeated the square. She placed her order watching the old woman deftly prepare her meal waiting for the right moment to broach the subject of concern. That was when she heard the fuss being made by an overly pale woman. Turning her head she saw the man towering over the diminutive figure who did not seem at all out of sorts over their difference in size.

From what she could gather the man was refusing to comply with his mistress’ wishes. Noting how the woman crossed her arms across her chest glaring up at the insubordinate man, Taliha was struck by how his bulk failed to make much of an impression on the woman for she hadn’t moderated her tone nor stance in the least. The elderly vendor asked, ”mild or hot, ma’am?”, drawing Taliha’s attention from the scene to see the cook’s hand hovering over two pots of spices. ”hot”, she replied before setting her gaze once more on the two and awaited the unfolding of this little street drama. Nothing like dinner and a show, she mused.

The sound of spices hitting the hot pan sizzled in the air carrying a renewed fragrance of curry and peppers to her senses, but she only had ears for the man’s response. Clearly he was not impressed by the woman’s authoritative stance nor did he seem to find her tone in the least bit endearing. What was of greater interest, however, than her amusement over the unfolding scene was it seemed ripe for opportunity. The street vendor presented a bowl of steaming noodles; coins were exchanged, and Taliha took the chop sticks in hand and immediately began to sample the dish.

Moving toward the pair, her mouth was quite full of noodles as she slurped the dangling tendrils into her mouth. ”Mmmm, wonderful”, she murmured before commenting to the couple spatting in the street from a couple paces away, ”Sounds like you need someone who is not afraid of trying new things.” Her eyes flitted to the man clearly challenging him, her hand hovering over her bowl of noodles held the chop sticks in her grasp as though merely ready for her next bite of the spicy dish. ”I trust I have not misjudged the situation, but all the market has now heard of your dilemma. Might you be in need of the services of a mercenary ma’am?”

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The Dreamer
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Akasha could have belched flames from her mouth with how enraged Tonka's words made her. Had his employer failed to notify him of what his duties were? Or was he just being an ass? She didn't know, nor care. She had paid for services, and now they were not being carried out. His attempt to intimidate only served to further anger her, as she drug her nails into her own arm. By now the pair were gathering attention, which Akasha didn't appreciate one bit. "Firstly, if you think that you can try and muscle me around, you have another thing coming." She said, her brow furrowing. "Secondly, I have paid, each and every fee that has been levied against me, so either you're not wanting to do your job, or you are purposefully trying to anger me. You're succeeding mind you, so perhaps you should rethink that."

The voice of a young woman brought the argument to a halt, as Akasha canted her head to see the woman in question sipping noddles out of a bowl. Akasha closed her eyes, letting her fury stay directed at her soon to be ex bodyguard, as she spoke to the new comer. "Potentially, if your price is reasonable and you prove yourself capable. I didn't wish to make our dispute so public, but this oaf has cheated me out of a good bit of coin, and for the time being I find myself unable to keep my anger in check." Akasha threw one last glare back at the dark skinned mercenary, before stepping towards the stranger. "What is your name? Pray I ask, as it seems I've been collecting mercenaries as of late." Akasha left her back towards Tonka, having been finished with the man. She'd had to talk with Jochi to negotiate a refund for this man.
 
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Algarus
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Akasha was not the kind of woman who balked easily, Tonka might have respected that if she didn't use her words like a whip; Gods, why did she have to remind him of his wife. He decided to let the silver haired shrew burn herself out, maybe she'd cancel his services and he'd go back home; though Jorchi would kick his ass for pissing off a client. Not to mention their arguments were starting to draw attention, surely the guards would be on their way to arrest him for disturbing the peace; one downside to being a giant among peasants. But for now, he'd bit his tongue, take the lashings, and make sure Jorchi never put him to work with this crazy bitch ever again.

Just as Tonka was to deliver his counter point, wanting to put Akasha in her place and tell her where she can stick her coinage, a smaller woman arrived and delivered a small blow to Tonka's pride. Scared to try new things? Him? His head turned slowly towards the arrogant little woman, who stood there casually devouring a bowl of noodles. Was this a joke? Tonka's face tightened, turning towards the woman, before Akasha jumped on the opportunity, seeing a way to get rid of him now it seemed. He could stay here, make a bigger deal, but frankly he didn't see the point. The longer he remained, the hgiher his chance the guards would try and apprehend him for some far flung story of a possible wrong he committed. He didn't need that. "Very well, I'll let Jorchi know our business is concluded." Tonka grumbled through clenched teeth, turning away from the pair of women and marching away, the smaller common people moving out of his way least they suffer his wraith. He needed a damn drink.
Kayenta Moenkopi
 
The Outcast
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Taliha contented herself with slurping up another bite of her noodles as the woman and man continued to debate one another finding the interaction to be quite informative. Firstly, the woman had been willing to cough up extra funds on repeated occasions in regards to the man. Certainly that indicated she had some means of disposable income, but had the coffers been bled dry? Did that account for why she baulked at using the promise of more money to entice the man and instead stood her ground against his refusal of compliance with her request? That part was unclear and could just as easily been nothing more than a woman who had had quite enough of his nonsense.

On the other hand, the man could be the one with the true grievance. Had he been expected to foot the bill for certain expenses that were outside of the terms of his original agreement and thus been forced to negotiate again and again for reimbursement? That certainly was not a scenario Taliha could support as her purse strings were drawn as tight as they possibly could go. He seemed to be quite displeased, despite his stoic silence in the face of the woman’s public lecture. Taliha’s own insertion into the drama had earned her quite the look from the man who was clearly working hard to control his temper.

When the woman actually turned her back on the man to speak, indicating she might be receptive to hiring a replacement for her disgruntled guard, Talhia swallowed a bit hard to clear her mouth but also in alarm. It was a bold move on the part of this pale woman after having so thoroughly dressed the man down and Taliha visibly flinched over such an error in judgement. Even so, the man deftly ended the debate with few words before turning to leave his employment with the furious waif.

Taliha sighed for that could have gone completely wrong had his character been other than it was. With no clear insight into the justifications of either party she prepared herself to enter into unknown waters. Drawing her eyes back from the form of the retreating man she smiled and said, ”I charge a flat fee by the week, to be collected at the first of every week; all expenses to be handled by my employer with myself providing my own gear. Should my steed be injured or killed, treatment or a replacement mount of similar value will be the responsibility of my employer. My free time is my own and of no concern to anyone.” It was your standard arrangement but she felt it was good to be upfront about her independent nature. She was no slave but skilled labor and would not put up with any impingement upon her freedom or her privacy. Being paid at the first of every week left her free to refuse payment and walk away at any time.

Gesturing in the air before her with small movements of her chop sticks she said, ”I come from the Cathwa Nation where those without skill do not live long enough to be a burden on society.” It was no boast on her part, simply a statement of fact. It would suffice as a measure of her skill or it would not. When it came to work she was of the mind set that desperation was for losers and she need only recall that she had been looking for a job when she found this one.

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The Dreamer
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Cathwa Nation Citizen
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Algarus
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Tonka's grumbling signaled the end of their contract, and while Akasha was quite a bit annoyed she had lost a fair bit of coin, but at least should would get some of it back.

If anything, she was curious about this woman's skillset. The stranger seemed capable enough, though could she keep both of them safe? Akasha still had reservations. Still, the fact she had the gall to challange Tonka said alot, though that could also be thought to be foolishness rather than bravery: to each their own.

Akasha put the disgruntled mercenary out of her mind, paying full attention to the new girl. First of every week, flat rate, with covering her steed if death or damages occurred. So, she wanted control along with security? Akasha could respect that. She also happened to hail from Cathwa, that wasn't something Akasha picked up on, but that did add a little to her; if it happened to be credible. Akasha listened to the woman's offer, moving to the side to avoid the waves of comers and goers on the market street.

After the woman was done, Akasha spoke, "You make an earnest offer, however, I do have to inquire on what your skillset is, and what exactly you want your rate to be. I'm a generous woman as you can tell, but even I have my limits." Akasha stated plainly, offering a placid expression as she finished her input. Akasha wasn't exactly concerned about the rate, she had a fair amount of wealth with her, and if that happened to run low she could always conjure up some more wealth with a little bit of time. Right now, she only wished to see what this woman was bringing to the table aside from a plucky attitude and a craving for noodles; which seemed more and more delectable by the moment to Akasha.
Kayenta Moenkopi
 
The Outcast
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The two looking as though they were in no hurry to rush off, slowly separated themselves from the milling crowd. Those who had been attracted by the vocal scene lost interest according to their own aims; those with urgent business being the first to take their leave. Naturally there were those who left who only feigned a disinterest in the pair of women. It was part and parcel to ‘going in amongst them’, as Taliha called having to enter a city. Thieves were likely to be anywhere and always looking for an easy mark. Now that Tonka had left they would look a great deal less threatening to any would be watchers.

Taliha turned her back to the wall of the establishment from whence her new employer had come and stirred at her noodles before taking another bite. Her attention was turned to the woman and her words, but she was very much aware of the dispersing crowd. Part of her half expected some sword welding oaf to but in and snatch this job right out from under her. Perhaps a spiritual payback for having just accomplished the same from this one who worked for the mysterious Jorchi. As it was, the ladies were able to speak undisturbed.

It seemed the woman wished to know much more, a wise choice considering how things had played out for her last time. ”On the caravans everyone had to have a measure of martial skills. I prefer to dual wield with sword and dagger as well as mounted archery.” She shrugged, letting her eyes leave the woman enough to glance past her at those who were milling about. Had that boy at the noodle cart with the red cap been among those who left earlier? She dismissed the lad after a better look deciding his face was different than the one from before.

Stirring with the chopsticks in the bowl, she pulled out the last bite but let it hover just over top the bowl before continuing the litany of her skills, ”I have some measure of self defense, hand to hand as it were.” Her abilities as a magi were not something she usually advertised. It seemed to raise the expectations of employers and the opinions on magic and its uses were sometimes less than desired. Then there were those who liked to just test their mettle against mages; Taliha had indulged in such contests but it was not her go to source of income.

Eating the last of her noodles she set the bowl on the top of a wooden crate before asking, ”What did you pay the last guy?” Taliha hated bartering for wages or goods for she suspected she was always under-pricing her skills and getting ripped off by everyone. No doubt the boy in the red cap was getting his noodles for half what the old crone had charged her. She frowned; surely it was the same cap...

Algarus
 
The Dreamer
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Cathwa Nation Citizen
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Magi
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With her hire to be taking more interest in her meal, Akasha folded her arms across her chest, eyeing the woman in an attempt to come to a conclusion on what her services might be worth. She prodded about the pay of Tonka. But that was hardly fair, his company took a peice of the payment, with the man himself only getting a small cut of the overall wealth. Not to mention, Akasha still had no clue of what this woman was to be worth. She seemed strong, capable surely, especially if she hailed from Cathwa. Akasha tapped her lip twice, canting her head towards the small noodle booth that her potential bodyguard had been glancing at. Had she seen something perhaps?

Akasha then looked back at the woman, having come to a solution for them both. "Given he was with a company, his rate was higher, but he received only a percentage of the fee. Since you wish to be paired weekly, how about I set your overall payment to equal his, but split it up over your weeks of payment? Tonka was a skilled swordsman, but also an experienced magi, in fact one of the few in his company, hence why he was so costly." Akasha explained, her hand reaching up to idly fiddle with her hair. She felt a growing sense of wrongness staying in one play for so long, as if something was about to happen.

She glanced about, her eyes looking for shifty characters, yet she could not find one. Shifting her feet, the mercenary before her was still relaxing against the stone wall before her; perhaps Akasha was just being paranoid, but given the fate of her brother she didn't blame herself. Akasha turned to face the noddle stand, motioning to the other woman. "How about we take a walk? We can discuss this further. You've yet to tell me your name by the way." Akasha said, her tone coming as more ordinary now. She focused some of her magic onto herself, rasing her body tempature around her arm and neck, so that if one was to try and grab her, they would have a rather unpleasant burn.

Kayenta Moenkopi
 
The Outcast
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Well at first it seemed like a good enough deal to her, but then she thought it all depended on how long this Tonka had been contracted to the Lady’s service. The weekly fee might turn into pittance. Her own hand came up to cup her chin letting her index finger ride a bit over her bottom lip. It sounded like she was not thrilled about having to pay the same rate as his for, after bringing that bit up about him being a magi, she fell silent and grew fidgety. Taliha frowned as the woman’s restlessness began to grow and she feared she was about to lose this job if she didn’t agree to something quickly.

On the verge of opening her mouth to agree to anything, she was spared jumping into a potentially bad deal when the woman suggested they move along for now. Nodding her head, her expression eased into a slight smile of agreement. ”That seems wise, a little discretion never hurt anyone.” Moving out toward the street running past the noodles stand she chuckled softly when prompted to make her introduction. ”Ah yes, my name. That would be Taliha…”, she said as her voice trailed off. The giving of her last name would identify her in ways she preferred to keep to herself. Even so she covered it well enough with a bit of a chuckle and went on to say, ”Perhaps we both have been remiss for I have as yet to learn your name…”

A slight motion caused her eyes to flicker from the woman and Taliha found herself staring into the eyes of the child in the red cap. Such intensity spoke of one who lived a furtive existence and he appeared frozen for but a moment before he snatched something from the food cart and darted up the street away from the market. Naturally the old crone raised up a ruckus calling out, ”Thief! THIEF!”, and waving her arms in the direction the lad had run.

Most everyone turned to gawk at the spectacle, life in the marketplace being ever a source of entertainment for the busy bodies of the world, but Taliha heard a small gasp that caused her to look down and to their back trail. Quick as could be she lashed out her right arm and grabbed at the back of the shirt collar of yet another small lad who was shaking his hand in the air as though he had just gotten burned. His face put the pieces of the puzzle together readily enough for it was the very boy who had worn the red cap initially. ”Partners in crime is it?”, she said, giving him a slight shake in her firm grip as he tried to dart away. ”It burns!”, he cried causing Taliha to frown. What was he on about? What burned?

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The Dreamer
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Cathwa Nation Citizen
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Female
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24
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Algarus
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The environment was not doing Akasha any favors, as she felt as if a moment of importance was about to fall, things felt still as if someone somewhere was waiting for a key moment to act; she had noticed it in Cathwa, and it certainly didn't seem isolated to there now. Indeed Akasha felt relieved when the woman near her agreed to leave the cramped confines of the market behind and take their business elsewhere. "I agree, less chance some young upstart will overhear and try to one up you as well." Akasha said, agreeing with the woman's statement.

The pair both seemed to be in agreement of leaving the place behind, which provided Akasha some relief, though she would keep her defenses up none the less. When the topic of names came up, Akasha gave a small smile as she acquired the woman's name. As the pair moved past the noodle stall, making their way into the more open and crowed streets of the city, Akasha kept the conversation going. "It's very nice to meet you Taliha, always happy to provide work to a fellow Cathwa native." Akasha stated, turning to give the girl a once over yet again. The woman asked for a name, which Akasha was about to give in kind, when the cries of a thief broke through the market. Taliha was already moving to engage the young vagrant, but Akasha only watched, until she felt movement within her robe, as her hand moved to intercept the movement, coming into contact with a young thief's arm, setting her magic into effect as the boy would experience the mother of all sunburns; with maybe a little scaring for good measure. As Akasha finished turning her body to survey the scene, the food cart thief had left his friend behind, while the poor victim of Akasha's magic had been stopped by Taliha.

The caught thief was was held firmly by the scruff of the neck by Taliha, while he clutched and waved his affected hand, crying out in anguish from the initial effect of the magic, as he had let Akasha's coin purse falling to the ground. Akasha wasn't entirely displeased, though unleashing her magic on a child wasn't something she found enjoyable. A crowd seemed curious about the sudden outburst, with someone in the distance calling for guards, and several dying cries of 'thief echoed off into the market. Stopping to collect her coin purse, Akasha turned her attention to the injured boy, frowning as he was panicking and in a clear display of pain. She turned instead to turn her fiery magic inward, though her skin was still nice and warm to the touch. "Nicely done Taliha, if not for you he might have made off with your paycheck, and my livelyhood." She said with a degree of reluctance, as the child brought back memories of her own childhood; stealing on the streets just to surviving, living off the kindness of the few kind hearted folk. She knew very well what was causing the boy harm, and she was set on making it right, though he wasn't getting off scot free. "No more games thief, cease your foolishness!" Akasha demanded, taking the injured hand and taking some of the pain inducing heat with her. The boy had been scalded, but he would not suffer any long term injury. Akasha looked back up to Taliha, uncertain about what the fate of the boy would be. In their homeland, the boy might have been killed, have his hand removed, or let go after a through beating; anything was possible, only depended on who you got caught robbing from. "Well Taliha, what shall we do with this thief?" She asked, as she released the boys hand, which still stung with overly warmed nerves.

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Taliha merely raised her eyebrows and nodded her head in agreement when the woman echoed her own thoughts about the possibility of some upstart trying to one up her. Clearly the woman was well aware of how opportunistic people could be which boded well for her opinion of the woman. The last thing she wanted was to be responsible for the safety of someone with no clue to the dangers life could bring. She wasn’t out to take someone to raise, merely earn some coin for a job well done. The smarter this woman was the easier that job would be.

While it was interesting to her to learn the woman was also from the Cathwa Nation it didn’t necessarily mean their backgrounds were any more similar than Taliha’s was with those of the Old Empire. After all, not everyone in her homeland lived as part of the shifting state. Unfortunately they had their little run in with the young thieves before she had a chance to learn the woman’s name. It was unlikely it would be of a family she had heard, but then again one never knew. The old wives insisted that the world was a much smaller place than people realized. But then, Taliha thought, what did those old biddies know anyway? She couldn’t name one who had ever left the clan.

With hand on the kid’s collar, her question over what burned the lad died just as quickly as his cries causing her to look at her new employer with suspicion. At first she thought the kid was just play acting for the sympathy vote from the crowd in the market, but the way he shut up once the woman had taken hold of his hand hinted at something other than a charade. He really had been burned, and it really had ceased to pain him; both changes quite suddenly it seemed. For now she would keep her suspicions to herself in favor of dealing with the youth at hand.

He was incidental and not really worth having to explain to the city guards and testify to his crime so when the woman released his hand and asked her what they would do with the boy, she made the executive decision for them both. Turning from the woman, she hauled the kid along with her before stopping to look him dead in the eyes. ”Run and don’t look back. Next time have a better plan.”, she said before giving him a shove toward the street and away from the market.

She rose to her full height and turned to face the woman, ”I figured we have had enough attention for one day. The boy’s crime was interrupted so technically he has gotten away with nothing. Though I dare say he may be a bit wiser than he was this morning. Shall we go to my tavern and get off the street? I think talking to city guards over a street rat might just ruin my whole day.”

She was staying at the Drunken Kraken Tavern and unless the woman had other plans she would begin leading her away from the market and back to where her lodgings were booked for at least one more night. Hopefully whatever job the woman had in mind would be further discussed and nothing would put her off this chance for employment.

Algarus
 
The Dreamer
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Cathwa Nation Citizen
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Magi
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Glassblower
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Female
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Algarus
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Seeing that she had righted what was done to the boy, and knowing he would learn the dangers of trying a poor attempt at pick pocketing, she only waited for Taliha's judgement to pass, which also served to see where her hopefully soon to be mercenary sided. Taliha's decision in letting the child go would be met with agreement on Akasha's behalf, who felt relief for the child cowering before her. Dealing with the guards was not worth the hassle, and the boy would learn far more being allowed to escape than being hauled away and throw in a brig, or serving several hours in the stockades; or whatever they did to petty criminals here.

Standing up as the boy rushed off, Akasha nodded to Taliha, making sure to secure her coin purse more securely this time around. "Better he live and let learn than reside in a cell stewing over his failures. I side with you, guardsman never were my best customers back home. Lead on, I will follow." She commented, moving to Taliha's side now, and very eager to leave all of this nonsense behind them for the time being. It soon donned upon Akasha that she had failed to give Taliah her name, at which she tapped her forehead. "Akasha is my name, the young thieves cut me off during their charade it seems." She stated, throwing a cautious gaze about her as they left the market place behind, and keeping one hand closer to her coin purse than she had before; maybe she looked suspicious as she walked, but she'd be damned if some street urchin was dumb enough to try the same trick twice.

"I am pleased with how you dealt with that child, a fool would have tried to show themselves righteous before me and set about using the boy as a testament of their strength of character." Akasha smirked just a tad at that, oh the look on the faces of those dumb bastards when Akasha tore into them; they had never had a woman set upon them in such a manner before judging by their expressions. "Had you done that, we wouldn't be continuing this conversation. I've had enough of grown men beating children and calling it 'determination'. Don't you agree?" She said, unsure how Taliha would react, but if she was to be working for Akasha, she should learn to tolerate the woman's opinions when they were given. Seeing as how they were heading to the Drunken Kracken Tavern, Akasha relaxed, knowing they were coming close to the tavern in which she resided. "Ah, seems we are staying in the same tavern. This will make parting less of a burden then." Akasha said, taking another look at Taliah. The woman had been rather uninformative about what she was trying to offer and what her services were worth. Akasha could only assume she was either new, or trying not to let on about what she was after; or maybe a bit of both, neither of which bothered the platinum haired beauty. "If you are worried about being...what is the word, 'gyp'? You need not fear it from me. Last thing I need are revenge driven mercenaries calling for my blood when the day is over." Seeing the irony of her statement, Akasha chuckled and continued. "Then again, I'm sure that's what people expect to be told right before they are 'gyped'." She continued, moving towards the Tavern. "But fear not, you'll find me to be quite agreeable."
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Kayenta Moenkopi
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The woman’s words piqued her interest, but at least now she had a name and replied, ”It is a pleasure to meet you Akasha”, silently noting that she too had forgone supplying her surname. Yet she was free with seemingly inane details. What woman actually claimed to have guardsmen back home as customers? Taliha arched her eyebrow slightly deciding she was not one to begrudge anyone a means to make coin. And with her looks it was a little more obvious how she managed to have income to pay for mercenaries. Why was something she was still far from knowing but hopefully all would be made known once they reached the tavern.

As they traveled she had to grin slightly at Akasha’s estimate of her character. It was not that hard to appear more righteous than the men she described; was there anything lower than a man who beat a child? Nodding her head right on cue she said, ”Most assuredly” She was rather taken by surprise to learn, however, that Akasha and she had taken rooms in the same tavern. It made her chuckle softly, ”Kind of makes one wonder about Destiny.” Her tone hinted toward skepticism as she didn’t really believe in the gods controlling the lives of mankind. If such beings existed she doubted they stooped to notice people at all. The whole thing was in jest for the tavern was known to even a foreigner like herself as being the go to place for adventurers.

Soon enough the approach to the tavern was visible, a rather large building capable of servicing the turnover in custom they received, it was rather quiet as this time of the day. Later when the patrons and citizens of the city alike would end their daily tasks, the common room would be bustling and the noise levels grow considerably. Akasha had turned their conversation to payment, as though returning to the tavern meant it was time to get down to business. ”That’s why I charge a week in advance. It cuts out some of the risk factor. In return you need good assurance that I am up to the job. Much like yourself I have only my word to give. Tell me what it is you require for this job and if I cannot in good faith deliver I will bow out and leave you to finding one who can fulfill a contract.” It was the best she could do and hopefully it would be enough.

Upon entering the tavern she moved to stand at the foot of the stairs to either go to her room or turn and enter the common area. ”I will leave you to decide how private our discussion needs to be.”

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The Dreamer
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Akasha was not one to believe in destiny. To her such a thing was the sort of babble the downtrodden told themselves as a way to justify their oppression and that soon a great destiny would fall upon them and their children, and that 'anyday now things will change'. So, to that effect Akasha was inline with Taliha; believing in influence from the gods was pointless, because they didn't exist. "Only destiny I believe in, is that I will rest my head at the close of the day and rise with it's beginning." Akasha added with a touch of humor.

She could have been mistaken at her judgement of Taliha's character, frankly it was too soon to tell what kind of person Taliha was; but Akasha could assume she would learn that as they traveled. From down the street Akasha could hear the ruble rousing stirring from several nearby taverns, no doubt they would start throwing drunkards out soon enough. If nothing else, Akasha would be glad to settle into a familiar enviorment and away from the trouble of dealing with a problematic sellsword. She listened to Taliha, understanding where the woman was coming from and thinking what exactly Akasha would be hiring her to do. After a moment of silence, Akasha would respond, her eyes lingering on the approaching building of their tavern of residence. "Well, I need someone who isn't afraid to sail towards the island of the Archipelago. I'm looking to do some research you see, about a family member who has disappeared." Akasha stopped herself as they arrived at the door of the tavern, opening the door, she waved Taliha inside and when given the decision between private rooms and the common rooms, she selected the former; she wanted to keep information on her brother as private as possible. "I'd prefer what I say next be for your ears only. If you'd be so kind." Akasha requested politely, knowing that if she was to make this work out, she's have to give the woman more info than Tonka had been given.

Following Taliha up the stairs and into Taliha's quarters, Akasha would continue her pitch, though she prefered to walk about the small room, rather than sit on the furniture within. "As I was saying, my brother disappeared after he ventured to the Archipelago. I'm seeking out what it was he was doing, and while I can take care of myself, I'd prefer to have someone to watch my back. That person, would be you."
Finishing what she was saying, Akasha turned back to Taliha, her hands clasped together before her.

"Now, if you wish I can pay you six hundred in coinage to start your employment with me, but I must tell you this will be employment for many weeks, potentially two months at the most." Akasha was prepared for Taliah to turn down the offer, and if so that would be fine. If she needed to, Akasha would make the voyage alone or she could get that young Imperial girl to come with her. Either way, Akasha had an end goal, and she would be going with or without a bodyguard.
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