[center][h2][u]Sia[/u][/h2][/center]
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It had been over a year since her exile from Greyreach, since Sia last saw the faces of the children whom she had grown up with. Those same children were likely living on the streets once again, orphans with no place to live and no name to claim as their own. Nobody in Greyreach would want them. All because of the ties they had to Sia, all because she had fallen for a noble and broken her vows. Such a thought haunted her even to this very day as she sat on the edge of her bed in the Inn. There was nothing she could do for them, returning to Greyreach would certainly mean her death and she had no contacts inside the Kingdom to give money. 

 However, it was not Sia’s way to dwell on the past for long nor was she going to focus on what she could not change. She had arrived in Telchar only a few days in the past, being greeted by a city which seemed all too peaceful for this world until she discovered the murders that had been happening in the city and that the Church there in had executed a Witcher of all people for them. While the Witchers were, objectively, as much monsters as those they hunted, she could not bring herself to believe that one would murder people for personal gain. Though she couldn’t say all too much if such an idea was true for she had never truly met a Witcher, only heard stories of them and their deeds.

Like her, they cleansed a world of the evil and impure beings which plagued but, unlike her, they focused primarily on hunting true monsters. She could likely never truly keep up with them if they were to fight together, in fact she was willing to bet that she’d be a hindrance to such a person. No, Sia’s specialty was to hunt people who had committed atrocities against others. Those were the monsters most real to her, the most she could truly touch and punish for their crimes.

Not even the talk of a missing woman and her distressed father was capable of bringing Sia’s single standard for contracts down, though the idea of being paid such a large sum of money was immensely tempting to her. She felt bad that she could not help the man, the idea that his only daughter was likely dead and there was nobody truly capable of helping him was sad. But there were more important monsters to hunt, at least from Sia’s view. The other talk of the town was a bounty on the head of a man named Fergus. Supposedly he was a small and quick man, decent fighter too, and used this to his advantage in his crime spree. 

The man had raped women, murdered a person, and committed robbery. If let free, other criminals would grow as bold as he and seek to expand their crime further, though the Church’s standards for criminals seemed to keep that at bay for the time being. Not only that, but such a man was a menace to women that Sia could not let survive. Though no longer a Sister of Virtue, she still upheld their standards and did not wish to stand by as a fellow woman was harmed. Thus, she decided that she would take the contract and find the man. All information pointed to him being a member of a group that operated out of the Crafts district, though that meant she would have to be more careful than usual when asking around. 

With that, she left the Inn for the Crafts district to get as much information as she could about Fergus and the group he worked with. Upon arriving, there wasn’t much that people were willing to tell her other than that they were all criminals of some kind and that many people seemed to be afraid of them. But, few were truly willing to give her any information, though a couple offered to give her more for a hefty sum of coins. Instead, her next destination became obvious, though she certainly was disgusted with the idea of having to go to the Brothel. 

Upon arrival, she was greeted by a cloyingly sweet smell, likely some kind of perfume with they used to mask the scent of the sweety sailors who often frequented the place. Well, that and a woman by the name of Genevieve, the supposed owner of the Magic Corset. [color=violet]”Well, well. We don’t get many women in these parts of town. I wonder what kind you are into. Perhaps,”[/color] She said with a slight pause as her finger trailed along Sia’s cheek, [color=violet]” You like the kind that take charge? Or maybe you just want them to sit back as you pleasure them? Oh! As long as you got the coin you can get both of course.”[/color]

Sia let out a heavy sigh of annoyance, the woman’s words were sweet and it was no wonder that such a place had been capable of becoming a major brothel in Telchar but she had not the time for them. [color=#0e90f9]”I am not here to procure your services. I am here on the part of the contract for the criminal Fergus. I am to understand that he,”[/color] She began to say before the woman let out a loud laugh and dragged her further in and sat her down at a couch. 

[color=violet]”Now, now honey. That is no thing for a woman such as yourself to worry about. You wait right here and one of my girls will be able to give you some pleasure so you don’t worry about that bad man,”[/color] She said loudly and with a hearty laugh before she leaned closer, [color=violet]” Wait here and do not move. Such a man is dangerous and you should be more careful where you say his name, unless you want to lose that pretty little head of yours.”[/color] Sia simply nodded in agreement and waited, as she was told to, on the couch. Despite being surrounded by many others, she couldn’t help but feel as if many eyes were on her, watching to see what