"There are traitors in the Sultansworn! Gods save the Sultana. Criminals and traitors in the Sultansworn!"
Roen had been cloaked, pausing at a vendor stall to pick up more supplies before she was to head out. That was when she heard the whispers. Her thoughts were lingering on her earlier encounter with Captain Jenlyns; it had gone not wholly different from what she had imagined. Her former trainer and the Captain of the Sultansworns had never looked upon her well since her departure during her training, and it was always evident every time they crossed paths since. Roen had told herself that she would prove herself worthy in his eyes, in the days to come. On the day that Natalie swore her in, she promised herself to make her and Captain Jenlyns proud.
But the Spinner had other plans. Only weeks after becoming a Sultanworn, she was taking a leave of absence to attend to personal matters. She could not deny the need for it, nor would she neglect her family in this time of utmost need...Â
But she felt guilty none the less.Â
And now these whispers of corruption within the Sultansworn? Roen would easily dismiss such gossip and hearsay, especially within streets of Ul'Dah; theories of conspiracies and malfeasance were no strangers to her ears. But they were often directed at other entities, the Syndicate and the Brass Blades being likely targets. But on this day, it was directed at her own kin, the Sultansworn, and the whispers seemed to be just a little more prevalent. As if someone was gently stoking embers to a flame.
And she could not ignore the fact that one of her own had been brutally attacked, and her own superior had fled the city to protect someone.
Was there any weight to be given to these rumors?
Roen nodded in thanks to the vendor who handed her a bag full of supplies. Paying him what gil she owed, she turned for the Gates of Nald. But as she passed the Quicksand, her steps slowed.
Perhaps she would not travel far or for too long as she had planned. A leave from duty was needed to attend to the person she needed to, but she would stay close, for she could not leave her Sultansworn family behind either in their time of need.
Roen had been cloaked, pausing at a vendor stall to pick up more supplies before she was to head out. That was when she heard the whispers. Her thoughts were lingering on her earlier encounter with Captain Jenlyns; it had gone not wholly different from what she had imagined. Her former trainer and the Captain of the Sultansworns had never looked upon her well since her departure during her training, and it was always evident every time they crossed paths since. Roen had told herself that she would prove herself worthy in his eyes, in the days to come. On the day that Natalie swore her in, she promised herself to make her and Captain Jenlyns proud.
But the Spinner had other plans. Only weeks after becoming a Sultanworn, she was taking a leave of absence to attend to personal matters. She could not deny the need for it, nor would she neglect her family in this time of utmost need...Â
But she felt guilty none the less.Â
And now these whispers of corruption within the Sultansworn? Roen would easily dismiss such gossip and hearsay, especially within streets of Ul'Dah; theories of conspiracies and malfeasance were no strangers to her ears. But they were often directed at other entities, the Syndicate and the Brass Blades being likely targets. But on this day, it was directed at her own kin, the Sultansworn, and the whispers seemed to be just a little more prevalent. As if someone was gently stoking embers to a flame.
And she could not ignore the fact that one of her own had been brutally attacked, and her own superior had fled the city to protect someone.
Was there any weight to be given to these rumors?
Roen nodded in thanks to the vendor who handed her a bag full of supplies. Paying him what gil she owed, she turned for the Gates of Nald. But as she passed the Quicksand, her steps slowed.
Perhaps she would not travel far or for too long as she had planned. A leave from duty was needed to attend to the person she needed to, but she would stay close, for she could not leave her Sultansworn family behind either in their time of need.
