The sun was setting in Ul'dah as V'aleera stepped through the threshold into the small inn and tavern where she had been spending her nights. Not glamorous, but not particularly shabby, it had been a fine enough place to lay her head in a city that, as of late, had not been well-disposed toward her kind. Even if the matronly innkeep had been suspicious of the Ishgardian woman, V'aleera had offered to purchase with money upfront a room for six whole moons. That wasn't the kind of money a lowly innkeep turned down on the basis of simple prejudice. The past couple moons had seen V'aleera's stay be acceptably amiable; no one there paid her much mind, and she paid them little in return.
But tonight was different. As she entered the dim little tavern, she noted an odd silence. That it was quiet was no surprise, the place was hardly ever bustling. But utter silence, followed quickly by the observation that all eyes were laid upon her, bespoke a more serious issue than a poor night of drink sales. Spying the innkeep and her daughter, V'aleera's eyes narrowed; the girl was bruised, her lips and eyes swollen and her dress ripped slightly at the shoulder. Her gaze met with the Miqo'te's and was naked in its terror. The look of the mother was no less difficult to decipher, but her's was a glare filled with rage.
The Ishgardian knight said nothing as she moved toward the counter, reaching into her pack and laying out a few coins collectively worth several thousand gil. The money might not ease the pain, but it would temper the wrath. She spared one last look at the poor, beaten midlander girl, likely only several years her younger, before silently moving to walk up the nearby stairs to her room in the upper level.
Upon reaching the door to her room, her eyes narrowed as she saw upon it a piece of parchment, stabbed securely through with a rusty dagger to hold it in place. Her lips curled into a frown as she ripped the paper off the door, neglecting the dagger as she let herself into her room. She quickly sought a seat upon her bed, springs creaking as she looked the parchment over.
It was a letter. A threat. Its deliverer confirmed as the agent of assault on the innkeep's daughter. Its sender demanding V'aleera come for a "meeting" with her. Alone.
The Ishgardian cast her gaze to the corner of the room, where the armor that was the symbol of her status as one of Ishgard's elite sat. Near it was a spear, forged of fine Limsan steel and exquisite craftsmanship. A gift to herself several moons back.
She frowned, a look of annoyance and confusion writ upon her face; she had no idea who this person was! The name sounded familiar, but she was certain she had never met in person with such a rogue. A finger lightly tapped on the signature at the bottom of the letter, the knight mouthing out the name and trying to figure out where she had heard it before and what she had done to earn such a response.
The origin of the name finally struck her, and she grinned widely like a wolf catching the scent of prey. She laid the letter down, rising to move toward the armor tucked away in the corner of the room, nodding her head as she repeated the name out loud.
"Sasabala..."
But tonight was different. As she entered the dim little tavern, she noted an odd silence. That it was quiet was no surprise, the place was hardly ever bustling. But utter silence, followed quickly by the observation that all eyes were laid upon her, bespoke a more serious issue than a poor night of drink sales. Spying the innkeep and her daughter, V'aleera's eyes narrowed; the girl was bruised, her lips and eyes swollen and her dress ripped slightly at the shoulder. Her gaze met with the Miqo'te's and was naked in its terror. The look of the mother was no less difficult to decipher, but her's was a glare filled with rage.
The Ishgardian knight said nothing as she moved toward the counter, reaching into her pack and laying out a few coins collectively worth several thousand gil. The money might not ease the pain, but it would temper the wrath. She spared one last look at the poor, beaten midlander girl, likely only several years her younger, before silently moving to walk up the nearby stairs to her room in the upper level.
Upon reaching the door to her room, her eyes narrowed as she saw upon it a piece of parchment, stabbed securely through with a rusty dagger to hold it in place. Her lips curled into a frown as she ripped the paper off the door, neglecting the dagger as she let herself into her room. She quickly sought a seat upon her bed, springs creaking as she looked the parchment over.
It was a letter. A threat. Its deliverer confirmed as the agent of assault on the innkeep's daughter. Its sender demanding V'aleera come for a "meeting" with her. Alone.
The Ishgardian cast her gaze to the corner of the room, where the armor that was the symbol of her status as one of Ishgard's elite sat. Near it was a spear, forged of fine Limsan steel and exquisite craftsmanship. A gift to herself several moons back.
She frowned, a look of annoyance and confusion writ upon her face; she had no idea who this person was! The name sounded familiar, but she was certain she had never met in person with such a rogue. A finger lightly tapped on the signature at the bottom of the letter, the knight mouthing out the name and trying to figure out where she had heard it before and what she had done to earn such a response.
The origin of the name finally struck her, and she grinned widely like a wolf catching the scent of prey. She laid the letter down, rising to move toward the armor tucked away in the corner of the room, nodding her head as she repeated the name out loud.
"Sasabala..."
V'aleera's Wiki - https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages...eera_Lhuil
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