Fang made her way through East Hawkers Alley. As she hiked through the city, she simply people watched. Unbeknownst to them, she could set the city to a blaze and sleep peacefully the next day as if it never happened, though she wouldn't pull such a stunt--at least not right now, not while things were getting interesting. But this made her feel empowered as if she had the city already in her hands. They just didn't know it yet. Fang didn't exactly need anything from the market but the walk was relaxing to her. But soon she caught the smell of fresh fish in the air that made her stomach rumble.Â
"I suppose I could go for a bite..." She mumbled to her self as she made her way to the shack of an independent culinarian. Just as she did a Male Roegadyn approached the two shortly after from the crowd, he looked between the two. His gaze piercing though his stare would intimidate the average person she remained unwavered.
"Stay on the look out for any suspicious activity. There's been a city wide capture or kill order by a contractor for the one calling themselves Fang. Good day."
She stared at him intensely as he walked off, the world around her seemed to disappear, making it seem as though only the Roegadyn and her existed for a brief moment. She thought to herself-- Why would they wait this long to make a move after trying to hide the story for so long from the other nations? More importantly she began to wonder if this had something to do with the Midlander back at the Wench. Or better yet could he possibly be the contractor. Her mind raced with all kinds of possibilities, she was sharp but even this stumped her.Â
"Ma'am. That be 50 Gil." the cook repeatedly getting more impatient with a lack of a response from her. "Ma'am! Hello?!" He waved his hand in her view trying to get her attention. "C'mon lass, I got sales to make." he complained.Â
She shook her head as if trying to snap herself back to reality. "Oh s-sorry, here." she quickly reached into her pocket pulled out the Gil and dropped it on the counter and walked off with the man yelling at her from behind, still holding her fish she was about purchase.
"Hey lass! Ye fergot, yer fish! H-Hey Miss!" the voice soon blended in with the surrounding chatter.Â
She stayed a few yalms behind the Male Roegadyn who seemed to be have an odd aura about him. He looked just as strange as the Midlander back at Wench. She then came to a stop as she overheard more and more people talking about it. Â
"Fang.. yeah they're after em now!"
"I'll bring the head back and get a heavy coin fer it!"
"Not if I beat ya to it mate" the voices echoed about.Â
By this time the Roegadyn that originally spread the message had gotten lost in the crowd of people. The air around her began to feel tense. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time that both made her nervous and thrilled her at the same time. She stood there among a den of lions who were actively searching for a raw slab of meat and she was the catch.Â
Fang found a nearby bench and sat down letting out a heavy breath as if trying to exhale some of the tension. She folded her arms against her chest and crossed her legs one over the other. She sat there for a few moments and closed her eyes trying to come up with her next course of action. Moments later she opened them after reaching her new resolution.
"Hm...Alright if they're looking for me, finding out who is it is..is top priority." a small grin crept across her face as she stood up. "Time to silence these whistle blowers before they make "too much" noise. How dare this clown try and snuff me out with child like tactics." she mumbled to herself as she made her way back to her room at the Inn to get prepared for her next move.
"I suppose I could go for a bite..." She mumbled to her self as she made her way to the shack of an independent culinarian. Just as she did a Male Roegadyn approached the two shortly after from the crowd, he looked between the two. His gaze piercing though his stare would intimidate the average person she remained unwavered.
"Stay on the look out for any suspicious activity. There's been a city wide capture or kill order by a contractor for the one calling themselves Fang. Good day."
She stared at him intensely as he walked off, the world around her seemed to disappear, making it seem as though only the Roegadyn and her existed for a brief moment. She thought to herself-- Why would they wait this long to make a move after trying to hide the story for so long from the other nations? More importantly she began to wonder if this had something to do with the Midlander back at the Wench. Or better yet could he possibly be the contractor. Her mind raced with all kinds of possibilities, she was sharp but even this stumped her.Â
"Ma'am. That be 50 Gil." the cook repeatedly getting more impatient with a lack of a response from her. "Ma'am! Hello?!" He waved his hand in her view trying to get her attention. "C'mon lass, I got sales to make." he complained.Â
She shook her head as if trying to snap herself back to reality. "Oh s-sorry, here." she quickly reached into her pocket pulled out the Gil and dropped it on the counter and walked off with the man yelling at her from behind, still holding her fish she was about purchase.
"Hey lass! Ye fergot, yer fish! H-Hey Miss!" the voice soon blended in with the surrounding chatter.Â
She stayed a few yalms behind the Male Roegadyn who seemed to be have an odd aura about him. He looked just as strange as the Midlander back at Wench. She then came to a stop as she overheard more and more people talking about it. Â
"Fang.. yeah they're after em now!"
"I'll bring the head back and get a heavy coin fer it!"
"Not if I beat ya to it mate" the voices echoed about.Â
By this time the Roegadyn that originally spread the message had gotten lost in the crowd of people. The air around her began to feel tense. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time that both made her nervous and thrilled her at the same time. She stood there among a den of lions who were actively searching for a raw slab of meat and she was the catch.Â
Fang found a nearby bench and sat down letting out a heavy breath as if trying to exhale some of the tension. She folded her arms against her chest and crossed her legs one over the other. She sat there for a few moments and closed her eyes trying to come up with her next course of action. Moments later she opened them after reaching her new resolution.
"Hm...Alright if they're looking for me, finding out who is it is..is top priority." a small grin crept across her face as she stood up. "Time to silence these whistle blowers before they make "too much" noise. How dare this clown try and snuff me out with child like tactics." she mumbled to herself as she made her way back to her room at the Inn to get prepared for her next move.