[center][h3][color=fff200]Thyrri[/color][/h3][/center]
“Thy!” Large man wobbled towards her and gave her a tight hug, squeezing nearly all the air out of her lungs. “It’s so good to see you again!”

Thyrri gasped for air and smiled. [color=fff200]“S.. Seran. I was literally here two days ago.”[/color]

“And it had already been too long,” he winked at her. “Since all the people arriving to the city, I’ve been having more and more patients. Just hour ago I had to stitch up one Levonian guard who had gotten into a fight with some of that Luthra scum.”

Thyrri just rolled her eyes. Like most of the Freyja, Seran was always quick to jump to conclusions and judge people. But he was a good healer and she loved him anyway. [color=fff200]“What do you know, maybe the guard was the one to blame. They are known to be hotheaded as well. Do you have any messages for me?”[/color]

“Hotheaded…,” Seran grumbled. “If I were the king, I would never invite this filth into the city.”

A loud giggle escaped Thyrri’s mouth. [color=fff200]“No, if you were the king, you would spend all the wealth of Exodus on luxury food and courtesans.”[/color]

“And by that I would support local economy. Speaking of …er... economy, Mahita wanted you to come and visit her and help her with a problem.”

Thyrri sighed. Mahita only had two kinds of problems – being pregnant or catching something from her patrons. [color=fff200]“I’ll stop there on my way to the palace.”[/color]

“You are so lucky to be able to attend the celebrations in the palace. It must be very… extravagant.”

Thyrri sneered, but knew it was pointless to make any comments on the matter. As she made her way towards the Mahita’s house, she noticed the increased number of strangers on the streets. There had always been outsiders in the city, but most of them were easily noticeable traders from Primfira.

One of Mahita’s servants lead Thyrri to a beautifully decorated living room. Mahita appeared a moment later, wearing an intricate bathrobe, her hair still wet. “Oh I am so glad you could make it today! I have one unnamed royal coming in later and was hoping the problem could be solved by then?”

[color=fff200]“I’m not really sure about that,”[/color] Thyrri shook her head. [color=fff200]“Let’s take a look.”[/color] ‘The problem’ was visible at first sight, but fortunately it wasn’t anything serious or contagious. Quick look around the huge bathroom revealed the cause of red itchy rash. [color=fff200]“Where did you get this?”[/color]

Mahita glanced at the half-empty vial. “Ah, this was a very expensive gift from lord ‘very rich’.”

[color=fff200]“Well either one of your maids stole the original content, or your lord ‘very rich’ is ‘very fake’,”[/color] Thyrri laughed. [color=fff200]“This is basically itching powder in oily solution. I’ll give you something for it, but I’m afraid the rash will stick at least till tomorrow.”[/color]

“Oh no! I was hoping to hunt some fresh meat today,” Mahita gasped for air and laughed. “I heard those Luthra barbarians are something to look at.”

[color=fff200]“Such words from a lady, scandalous!” [/color]

Thyrri giggled all the way to the palace, but the stunning display of wealth in the hallways wiped the smile off her face. And it was nothing compared to what was waiting for her in her chambers. No one with a sane mind would even call it a dress, it looked more like entire jewelry shop randomly sewn onto layers and layers of precious fabrics. [color=fff200]“Yea, there is no way I’m wearing that,”[/color] she mumbled. [color=fff200]“How would I even lift such weight off the ground?”[/color] The maid had already prepared a bath for her, fortunately she knew not to even mention the possibility of bathing in blood. Choosing something more ‘normal’ out of her wardrobe, a simple pastel dress and only a few of her favorite jewels, she quickly got dressed and headed towards the courtyard.

The soft sound of music and chatter was audible from a great distance. Thyrri took one last deep breath before leaving the relative safety of an empty hallway. Groups of people were promenading in the gardens, talking quietly and hiding behind mostly fake smiles. The servants carried plates full of all kinds of food, both local and foreign, as well as various beverages. Grabbing a glass of wine (and making sure there is no blood mixed into it) Thyrri stood in the corner, watching the crowd and looking for some normal people to talk to.