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Steel sighed, shoulders still sagging. The stakes were higher than she had first assumed. The machinations of traders in Ul'dah were about as conspiratorial as things ever got for her. Here, though...
She nodded once, firming her look. "It will not suffice, as I owe ye directly. Regardless...it's certainly better than naught." She placed a hand on his shoulder carefully, returning the same faint smile. Mar....thank ye. That gaol was unpleasant, t'say the least. You saved my life, an' I won't forget it."
With that, she made her way to the nearby inn. A bed would be a significant improvement to her recent accommodations.
* * * *
The morning sun greeted a fitful Steel. Her sleep was restless despite the bed being warm and comfortable. Before she went to bed, she had created a specter in her mind that an attempt on her life would be made, and so one eye was open practically the whole night. Blearily sitting at the edge of the bed now, Steel realized how overt and idiotic the notion was.
Steel threw a simple shirt and hose on, and strapped on a simple steel shortsword to her hip. It was worrying, not having the immense warsword across her back, but the last thing she needed to do was draw attention to herself.
Steel made her way to the Forgotten Knight and mingled amongst the lowborn, drawing herself into their number. During a particularly rowdy discussion, she had become fast friends with a young Elezen woman. After her third tankard, she had confessed perhaps a bit too much, but her heart meant well.
As the server brought another round over, she smiled warmly to the woman as they sat together, asking her about the doctor in question. The woman smirked before responding. "You must be very ill, lady, if you're asking for Doctor Bresson. But you're in luck--I'm the doctor's direct contact." She rose, laying a few coins on the tabletop. "Follow me."
With that, Steel was led out the back of the Knight and into the Brume. She was maneuvered around several alleys, some of which she was sure she had been through a couple of times. She didn't ask questions, however--very obviously, deception was as normal a part of life here as having a bowel movement. After a while, Steel was directed to a small alcove with a crate near a barrel of burning remnants.
"Wait here.", replied the woman with a smile. "The doctor will see you soon."
Steel nodded her understanding as she sat herself on the crate. A hand rested lightly on the hilt of her blade. She tried to not look on edge, and as cold as everyone else nearby, but neither attempt was too successful. Even the chill air didn't help to lower her temperature.
This time, she resolved mentally, she would not fail. She could not fail.
She nodded once, firming her look. "It will not suffice, as I owe ye directly. Regardless...it's certainly better than naught." She placed a hand on his shoulder carefully, returning the same faint smile. Mar....thank ye. That gaol was unpleasant, t'say the least. You saved my life, an' I won't forget it."
With that, she made her way to the nearby inn. A bed would be a significant improvement to her recent accommodations.
* * * *
The morning sun greeted a fitful Steel. Her sleep was restless despite the bed being warm and comfortable. Before she went to bed, she had created a specter in her mind that an attempt on her life would be made, and so one eye was open practically the whole night. Blearily sitting at the edge of the bed now, Steel realized how overt and idiotic the notion was.
Steel threw a simple shirt and hose on, and strapped on a simple steel shortsword to her hip. It was worrying, not having the immense warsword across her back, but the last thing she needed to do was draw attention to herself.
Steel made her way to the Forgotten Knight and mingled amongst the lowborn, drawing herself into their number. During a particularly rowdy discussion, she had become fast friends with a young Elezen woman. After her third tankard, she had confessed perhaps a bit too much, but her heart meant well.
As the server brought another round over, she smiled warmly to the woman as they sat together, asking her about the doctor in question. The woman smirked before responding. "You must be very ill, lady, if you're asking for Doctor Bresson. But you're in luck--I'm the doctor's direct contact." She rose, laying a few coins on the tabletop. "Follow me."
With that, Steel was led out the back of the Knight and into the Brume. She was maneuvered around several alleys, some of which she was sure she had been through a couple of times. She didn't ask questions, however--very obviously, deception was as normal a part of life here as having a bowel movement. After a while, Steel was directed to a small alcove with a crate near a barrel of burning remnants.
"Wait here.", replied the woman with a smile. "The doctor will see you soon."
Steel nodded her understanding as she sat herself on the crate. A hand rested lightly on the hilt of her blade. She tried to not look on edge, and as cold as everyone else nearby, but neither attempt was too successful. Even the chill air didn't help to lower her temperature.
This time, she resolved mentally, she would not fail. She could not fail.