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Iyana didn't like hanging around crowds. Even when their gaze was diverted elsewhere, there was always this sort of... focus on the odd ones out. She was definitely an outsider, no matter where she went–the fey cities, the human towns, the dwarven settlements. It made her hands shake– and shaky hands spelt death for any warrior.

So, she was once again in the stables. Stables were nice. Animals didn't judge you as much as people did. They just lived to work, eating when they were given food, moving when they needed to move. They had simple but purposeful lives. Iyana envied them for that. All the lifespan in the world wouldn't do her any good if she didn't know what to do with herself.

The job as a Sunrunner was nice, sure, but she really hadn't found anything particularly enjoyable about it yet. She'd been in Sando for over a month, brought by words on the wind of easy money, and found that, [i]yes,[/i] there was money to be found. Easy was another question. The combat wasn't difficult, but everything else about the job was. Keeping up with her training while on a job was annoyingly frustrating– not to mention how she needed to interact with people, keep track of goods and payments, and even protect more than one person at a time. She preferred to have someone point at a goober and say, "go get 'em," not focus on three shipments of cargo and two bumbling merchants.

Animals were much easier to deal with than people. They obeyed orders and didn't try and talk to you while you had the watch. That alone put them about three places higher on the hierarchy of beings inside her head.

Iyana had been in the stables for the better part of an afternoon, simply sitting and waiting for a supposed mission group to arrive. The stablemasters of the local branch of the guild had long given up on driving her away. At first, they'd objected, but in the end they'd decided a single fey sitting between the stalls in the darkness harmed nobody. As a result, every time she finished a mission, the fey swordswoman would bunker down in a dark corner of the building and immerse herself in the smells and sounds of the stable.

That paradise never lasted, though. Sooner or later she'd need to buy food or do her business or even go on another mission.

And now she was restarting the cycle. She unwrapped herself from her blankets, stuffed them in her pack, and joined the small group– that is, if standing about three feet away and awkwardly fidgeting constituted as "joining" the group.

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