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[b]Getting a ride.[/b]
Easier said than done. She did not rely on the order for her travels and they did not rely on her showing up. It was an even trade. She hated those, she never got enough. A seductive dance for the right man... or woman. Has carried her a long ways. This time she was heading somewhere secluded. The waters that carried one over to the ports beyond the mist went on like an endless canvas. Stretching into the unknown. Instinctively she held her mothers necklace against her anxious beating chest. 

Her attire covered her bare skin well from head to toes. Yet she remained as festive in her adornments as ever. Proudly representing her foreign heritage. One much more worldly and free than the measured dresses of those women who walked the streets before the docks. The smell and moisture in the air filled her senses with a omen of what to expect. A note she picked up on well, having already heard rumors of the untamed dangers in the waters. Be it a giant catfish or a ghost that drowned there long ago. It was the same everywhere in that aspect. Human superstition was many times a terrible thing.

"I foresee a safe journey." She was speaking to a group of fishermen who were quite traditional to say the least. It was rare they met one such as her. A psychic fortune teller whom traveled alone without fear and who spoke mysteriously. If not for her beauty they would not have humored her and if not for their ignorance she would likely be removing an article of clothing for this ride. Though the captain still demanded some payment. A bit of what she had earned a day earlier. She was huddled in a seat with her bag of things under her and a crystal sphere in her hands. The shipmates that normally kept the sails high or low on account of the climate were asking her questions of their fortunes.

"I apologize. The waters are rough and my sight is weakened in this state." She held her forehead in a feign of lethargy. She disliked their smell, their looks and their constant questions. Given her short time with them she could only guess they would have one future, one not so bright and with lots of fish. She sighed as she attempted to rest. Her rem sleep kept at bay by the feeling of her being watched, if not for her beauty then perhaps for her vulnerability. This in mind her dagger was slipped into her left hand underneath her left thigh as she appeared asleep. 

The glare of a lighthouse met her eyes. She was accustomed to the dark by now and this stirred her eyelids open. She turned to see the others preparing for anchoring to the town. A town that met her vision as a mass of shadows and the smell was worse than she had endured earlier. It was enough to make her hold her nose briefly but she knew such a method could not last. She grimaced but found pockets of fresh air running along the breeze enough to suffice a naked nostril. She grabbed her bag and hurriedly leaped off the boat. Landing and standing at full height the men who were kind enough to take her here looked in bewilderment. "Îmi plac femeile mari!" One fisherman whistled. 

Aela quickly turned to meet him with a glare. [i]"Visezi mai mult decât te poţi descurca.."[/i] Before trotting off with a smile. Her steps sank into the wooden frame as she stepped away from the waters as best she could. Her bag was noticeably engorged, filled with everything she needed. Items to perform with or to sustain herself alone out here. Her first ideal location would be somewhere cheap to rest and possibly find somewhere willing to pay for an exotic performance. Ideally the wealthiest men in this town, but a few fishermen would do. It appeared she would have to get used to dealing with those who reeked of the oceans depths.