"Aye, now piss off!"
Melodia hissed this at the dockworker, which caused the man to jump a bit. She didn't feel bad since she'd paid him. It had been a busy few days, and she'd paid a decent amount of coin gathering information. She was deep in thought, wondering what her next move would be. Her approach had been twofold. And both had yielded at least something, though she was uncertain whether they would get the desired results. And she knew to take these drunken fools' words with a grain of salt.
She began to walk and paused, seeing the dockworker still standing there. "Boy didn't I tell ye to piss off? Ain't ye got somethin' better t' do than stare at me?"
He stammered and whispered. "J-just needed to say.....to warn ya."
She looked closer at him, and stepped within earshot. "Ye'll need t' elaborate f'r me. I don' read minds." Her snarky comment dripped with sarcasm, and she wore a dismissive smile awaiting what could only be the smartest nugget of wisdom that could come from this underling.
"Y-you watch her...she's got a vicious temper. M-mean one she is." He wagged his finger slightly side to side referencing her out fit. "Sh-she ain't gonna like that getup....I'm just....just sayin'."
Melodia still grinned, but in her head she took note. "Aye...I'll keep it under advisement. Now...be a good lad and do as I told ye the first time." He nodded nervously and walked away, glancing back unsure of himself and yet kept moving.
She considered his words and knew he was right. For this one, she'd need to maybe consider some less threatening clothing. She wanted to approach this one differently and she had a name finally:Â Kink. It wasn't much but was a start. The man had given her a description of a Miqo'te that seemed hard to miss. And she would start that search in the Drowning Wench.
Walking back to the market area, her mind was deep in thought, wondering how she would deal with this woman, though her mind was alos hooked onto her other problem. she had no hard evidence, just whispers and rumors, but it was enough to get her curiousity worked up. She needed to start pushing back against some of the prostitution rings in town, and something seemed all too innocent about a certain matchmaking service in town.
Flipping the business card she'd gotten from someone she looked at the lettering and her eyes narrowed. Heaven's Gate. And a woman named "Grace".
She clacked her teeth softly and walked on. Was time to start rattling some cages in the city.
Melodia hissed this at the dockworker, which caused the man to jump a bit. She didn't feel bad since she'd paid him. It had been a busy few days, and she'd paid a decent amount of coin gathering information. She was deep in thought, wondering what her next move would be. Her approach had been twofold. And both had yielded at least something, though she was uncertain whether they would get the desired results. And she knew to take these drunken fools' words with a grain of salt.
She began to walk and paused, seeing the dockworker still standing there. "Boy didn't I tell ye to piss off? Ain't ye got somethin' better t' do than stare at me?"
He stammered and whispered. "J-just needed to say.....to warn ya."
She looked closer at him, and stepped within earshot. "Ye'll need t' elaborate f'r me. I don' read minds." Her snarky comment dripped with sarcasm, and she wore a dismissive smile awaiting what could only be the smartest nugget of wisdom that could come from this underling.
"Y-you watch her...she's got a vicious temper. M-mean one she is." He wagged his finger slightly side to side referencing her out fit. "Sh-she ain't gonna like that getup....I'm just....just sayin'."
Melodia still grinned, but in her head she took note. "Aye...I'll keep it under advisement. Now...be a good lad and do as I told ye the first time." He nodded nervously and walked away, glancing back unsure of himself and yet kept moving.
She considered his words and knew he was right. For this one, she'd need to maybe consider some less threatening clothing. She wanted to approach this one differently and she had a name finally:Â Kink. It wasn't much but was a start. The man had given her a description of a Miqo'te that seemed hard to miss. And she would start that search in the Drowning Wench.
Walking back to the market area, her mind was deep in thought, wondering how she would deal with this woman, though her mind was alos hooked onto her other problem. she had no hard evidence, just whispers and rumors, but it was enough to get her curiousity worked up. She needed to start pushing back against some of the prostitution rings in town, and something seemed all too innocent about a certain matchmaking service in town.
Flipping the business card she'd gotten from someone she looked at the lettering and her eyes narrowed. Heaven's Gate. And a woman named "Grace".
She clacked her teeth softly and walked on. Was time to start rattling some cages in the city.
