Tietra vanished for several days, leaving the city and hiding away on some hill top. She covered her tracks, she had done everything her training and told her to do. There was no one that should have been able to find her, it was how she wanted it. The young woman remaining there, watching the sun and the moon, the purple haze as it floated over the area only to vanish once more. What was she doing? She should have left well enough alone, he didn't care about her, she shouldn't care...not that she did care...about him. It took her several days to convince herself this, him, changed nothing. It changed nothing, it would change nothing, he was nothing.Â
Finally on the following day she made her way back to the city and to the tavern. She needed one good, stiff, very stiff drink. Then she would get back on track, get back to doing what she had come here to do - make coin. After a stiff drink. Pushing the door open and taking a deep breath, the familiar smells assaulting her nose. Men and women that hadn't bathed in who knows how long, the stench of alcohol and smoke. The noise, and the stories. Smirking her to herself as she moved off to a open table, far from the corner, and far from the shadows. He was not going to control her life, he was not going to force her to seek sanctuary in the shadows. She was here, and she didn't care that he was - although she did honestly believe he would have left by now.Â
Giving her order to the waitress, and kicking her booted feet up to the table she relaxed. Tietra pulled a small knife from her waist band, and started to clean her nails with it as she half listened to the stories of the group at the table beside her. Adventures and their stories - always good for a laugh.
Finally on the following day she made her way back to the city and to the tavern. She needed one good, stiff, very stiff drink. Then she would get back on track, get back to doing what she had come here to do - make coin. After a stiff drink. Pushing the door open and taking a deep breath, the familiar smells assaulting her nose. Men and women that hadn't bathed in who knows how long, the stench of alcohol and smoke. The noise, and the stories. Smirking her to herself as she moved off to a open table, far from the corner, and far from the shadows. He was not going to control her life, he was not going to force her to seek sanctuary in the shadows. She was here, and she didn't care that he was - although she did honestly believe he would have left by now.Â
Giving her order to the waitress, and kicking her booted feet up to the table she relaxed. Tietra pulled a small knife from her waist band, and started to clean her nails with it as she half listened to the stories of the group at the table beside her. Adventures and their stories - always good for a laugh.
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