As the sun settled overhead the next day, Garston looked up to see the front flap of his tent being pushed back, revealing an elezen woman. Â He smiled, waving her in to sit on a small stool.
"Getting so poor you can't even afford a mud hut, Garston?" the woman grinned, folding her arms.
"Quiet woman. Â I have a job for you."
"Straight to business now, eh? Â No trying to get me to warm your blankets anymore?"
Garston grumbled. Â "I said be quiet!" Â He pushed two objects into the woman's hands. Â "Here. Â A picture of your target and some information. Â Her name is Asdrellia Pemberton. Â She joined some ragtag bunch called The Driftwood Coast or something."
The woman unfolded the picture and gazed upon it, engraving the image into her memory. Â "Such a pretty face ..." Her eyes snapped up to look at the Highlander. Â "What did she do? Â Steal your favorite spoon?"
"No. Â She stole thousands of gil that is rightfully mine!" Â He jumped to his feet, pacing the small space in the tent. Â "I worked for months ... months getting those damned Amalj'aa to strike a deal. Â I will not have my goose egg escape from me."
The elezen woman flipped open the small journal, thin fingers scanning over the names. Â "And who are these people?"
"Those are names of the 'Drifters' I could find. Â I want you to hunt them, stalk them .. I want to know when they eat, where they piss, when they trip over a damn rock. Â Everything."
"Easy enough." Â Pocketing the objects, she stood. Â "You know my price. Â I want it before sundown and you will have the information you seek." Â The tent flap is pushed back letting in a burst of light from the mid day sun as she exits.
Days passed as she collected the information Garston asked of her. Â She was good at pretending and hiding. Â Any small bit of information helped in the long run.
And now, there she was, pressed up against the side of a small building overlooking the small crowd of people around a fire. Â The sand quieted her footfalls and the shaded trees masked her presence. Â Scribbling out a note she pushed the tip of the arrow through the paper until it rested on the wood of the haft, nocking it, and letting it fly.
She watched it land barely an ilm from the hyur's foot. Â He picked up the arrow and scanned the note before speaking to those around him. Â It was utter chaos and she reveled in it.
Patience ... patience ... before she let loose another arrow, aimed between two figures close together. Â She watched them start back and dodge out of the way. Â A grin touched her face as she slowly slunk backwards into the shadow, spinning on her heel and towards Limsa Lominsa.
A distraction ... a way to get them away from her. Â Yes, she knew this Asdrellia fell asleep at the bar not too far away. Â Bring chaos to the others and sneak around the rocks ...
The woman was just waking up when the elezen found her. Â She seemed to be speaking to someone, yet the bar was empty. Â A linkpearl perhaps. Â She would have to be careful ....
She nocked an arrow and aimed it at the hyur woman's chest. Â "Move down the ramp quietly ... and I will not hurt you."
She saw Asdrellia's eyes widen. Â "Get away from me!" Â She heard the words moments before something solid slammed into her chest, knocking her off the pier and into the water below.
Struggling to the surface against the current and her heavy clothes, she found purchase on a rock. Â Coughing, her eyes took in the sight and sounds of a group of figures racing up the ramp to where her target was.
"Thrice damn you."
She lost this time. Â But there will be plenty more chances. Â There was always a slip up, a careless moment ...
"And that is when I will strike."
"Getting so poor you can't even afford a mud hut, Garston?" the woman grinned, folding her arms.
"Quiet woman. Â I have a job for you."
"Straight to business now, eh? Â No trying to get me to warm your blankets anymore?"
Garston grumbled. Â "I said be quiet!" Â He pushed two objects into the woman's hands. Â "Here. Â A picture of your target and some information. Â Her name is Asdrellia Pemberton. Â She joined some ragtag bunch called The Driftwood Coast or something."
The woman unfolded the picture and gazed upon it, engraving the image into her memory. Â "Such a pretty face ..." Her eyes snapped up to look at the Highlander. Â "What did she do? Â Steal your favorite spoon?"
"No. Â She stole thousands of gil that is rightfully mine!" Â He jumped to his feet, pacing the small space in the tent. Â "I worked for months ... months getting those damned Amalj'aa to strike a deal. Â I will not have my goose egg escape from me."
The elezen woman flipped open the small journal, thin fingers scanning over the names. Â "And who are these people?"
"Those are names of the 'Drifters' I could find. Â I want you to hunt them, stalk them .. I want to know when they eat, where they piss, when they trip over a damn rock. Â Everything."
"Easy enough." Â Pocketing the objects, she stood. Â "You know my price. Â I want it before sundown and you will have the information you seek." Â The tent flap is pushed back letting in a burst of light from the mid day sun as she exits.
Days passed as she collected the information Garston asked of her. Â She was good at pretending and hiding. Â Any small bit of information helped in the long run.
And now, there she was, pressed up against the side of a small building overlooking the small crowd of people around a fire. Â The sand quieted her footfalls and the shaded trees masked her presence. Â Scribbling out a note she pushed the tip of the arrow through the paper until it rested on the wood of the haft, nocking it, and letting it fly.
She watched it land barely an ilm from the hyur's foot. Â He picked up the arrow and scanned the note before speaking to those around him. Â It was utter chaos and she reveled in it.
Patience ... patience ... before she let loose another arrow, aimed between two figures close together. Â She watched them start back and dodge out of the way. Â A grin touched her face as she slowly slunk backwards into the shadow, spinning on her heel and towards Limsa Lominsa.
A distraction ... a way to get them away from her. Â Yes, she knew this Asdrellia fell asleep at the bar not too far away. Â Bring chaos to the others and sneak around the rocks ...
The woman was just waking up when the elezen found her. Â She seemed to be speaking to someone, yet the bar was empty. Â A linkpearl perhaps. Â She would have to be careful ....
She nocked an arrow and aimed it at the hyur woman's chest. Â "Move down the ramp quietly ... and I will not hurt you."
She saw Asdrellia's eyes widen. Â "Get away from me!" Â She heard the words moments before something solid slammed into her chest, knocking her off the pier and into the water below.
Struggling to the surface against the current and her heavy clothes, she found purchase on a rock. Â Coughing, her eyes took in the sight and sounds of a group of figures racing up the ramp to where her target was.
"Thrice damn you."
She lost this time. Â But there will be plenty more chances. Â There was always a slip up, a careless moment ...
"And that is when I will strike."
