[center][h1]Twilight Fields Capitol City[/h1][/center]
[center][h3]Estranged In Foreign Lands[/h3][/center]
Light footfalls along the cobblestone paths of the largest settlement in what was formerly the independent nation known as the Cresent Sun went mostly unheard among the din of daily life littering the streets. The foreigner had become familiar with these warmer lands far from the coast that separated her from her home. Walking in the shadow of the looming white-stone tower that dominated the land for miles in every direction, the girl looked like any other traveler, bundled under a traveling cloak that hid her armor and weapons from immediate sight. Not that she had reason to worry about it if someone noticed she was armed. Her casual gait was slower than the average citizen bustling about from place to place, her eyes scouring over the faces of the cityfolk searchingly. Whenever her eyes fell upon the distinct robes of the Crescent Sun mages, a scowl formed upon her brow as she changed direction.

Autumn found herself in the uncomfortable position of dealing with people in a land of blatant misuse of magic. It was flaunted everywhere. Every nook, cranny, and corner filled with knick knacks and trinkets. Spell scrolls and constructs. It made her sick. She tried not to think on how the meals she'd been eating the past several days had likely been cooked over some magically imbued fire. It was the only way to keep the food down. Worse yet she found herself not only having to talk with and associate with the fragrant users of magic- but even had to start asking for work from them. It was almost humiliating.

Passing through the marketplace, she would stop at various booths with slightly less offensive displays of more mundane items. She traded coin for a few useful items of little interest. Flasks for carrying drink, high quality cloth for use as bandages or tourniquets. Things she would need but weren't of much note. Each time she stopped she would ask the shop keep the same questions about finding work. As she stood before the man that had just handed over a fine leather flask, she glanced up from under her hood and over her mask. She spoke with a voice laid thick with the accent of a foreign tongue. Her speech was rough and unrefined. Simple, yet polite. 
"Excuse me, but... would you know where I might find work..?" she asked softly. Her Foji accent quite apparent.

The man gave her an odd expression, frowning at her accent before a wry grin with a filthy smirk crossed his face that caused the young girl to roll her eyes and start turning away. Realizing his mistake the merchant reached up and held his hand out, "Ah- w-wait." he requested. As she stopped before him, he straightened out his posture and turned gesturing up the path she'd come down previously. "You might check at the local tavern. Many a folk meet there as much for the ale as to swap trades and find work." he offered before continuing with a glance up and down her figure as if appraising her. "And... should you be magically inclined, you might find work from the stewards of the tower. The order of the Crescent Sun Mages." he suggested. 

It wasn't useful information- she'd gathered as much since her arrival two days ago and she had already spent time at all of the local taverns, pubs, inns, and various other watering holes the small city had to offer. Still, she nodded her head all the same as she turned and went back up toward the tower. Fiddling with getting her new purchases strapped to her belt or stowed in her bag, she found herself standing in the paved stone courtyard, surrounded by strong timber buildings. As she brought her gaze upward she stared at the stone spire that stood out like a gleaming spike of defiance against the low rolling hills of the dry brush lands she found herself in, kept damp by magic fogs around the farm fields and gardens. 

She stared at the spire for what must have been five minutes before scoffing and turning away, heading back to the taverns. She would not stoop so low as to grovel before a mage for work. Picking the one closest to the northern gate of the small city, she slipped inside and asked the tavernkeep the question asked by every adventurer to ever pass through and stop inside. "I'll have mead. An extra coin for any information you have on job leads for an adventurers." she asked simply in rough Abbalic.

The somewhat portly gentleman behind the counter was rather polite. He didn't balk at her accent, nor did he mock her oversimplified, and ubiquitous query. "Well, there is a war going on, much as it's hard to tell at the moment. They say the bridge over the river west of here has been burnt down and brought a temporary stalemate to the conflict." he offered. "Should be easy enough to find a way to get tangled up in the conflict as a hired soldier, but by the looks of you, you're not interested in local politics." he noted as her expression changed. He tapped his chin, the bearded stubble making a scratchy sound as he thought for a few moments, "What with the war I haven't seen as many folk coming through looking to hire for any other purpose- but... if you'll be staying here tonight- I might be able to pass your name along to anyone looking for talent." he offered in a not-so-subtle sale of the rooms he had upstairs.

With a faint sigh, Autumn set a few extra coins down on the counter and nodded her head, "My name is Autumn. I'll take a room, then. I'm an adventurer of sorts. I have a lot of skill with a blade and I'm trained in the arts of scouting and remaining unseen. I'm not shy of battles, but I don't find myself keen to die in the name of some foreign leige. Coin matters to me more than honor, glory, or land. If anyone asks for hired hands, I'd be glad of a chance to talk with them." she told him, picking up her drink and sliding her mask down to imbibe the sweetened honeywine. Turning away from the counter, she made her way over to one of the tables in the corner, taking her time to relax and plan for the seeming eventuality that her coin would be wasted and she'd be taking her leave of the town for greener pastures and richer opportunity.