[center][h1]Nimueh[/h1][/center]

[b]Time:[/b] Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Roshmi
[b]Mentions:[/b] Nabarra [sub][@nasty][/sub] & Orias [sub][@Helo][/sub]
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Following the former raider was easy enough. Nabarra stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd of demi-humans in Roshmi. Nimueh herself would’ve stood out as well if she hadn’t been wearing the hood with the fake, filled fox-ear covers. For now, she kept her distance and kept guessing what the raider would do. Would she jump into the sewers? Head for a safe house?

Her heart started to beat faster again. She swore she could almost smell Nabarra. Was it fear she smelled? She liked to think so. The crowd was growing annoying though. People moved in front of her like erratic ants. A few times she forcefully pulled someone out of the way. Then suddenly Nabarra was gone.

Nimueh stopped. [b]"Shit."[/b] Her heart dropped. She couldn’t lose her prey. Not now. She looked around. The place was packed. No way she could’ve jumped into the sewers. On the roof? No, Nimueh would’ve spotted her climbing. She walked up towards where she last saw her prey, then spotted the small alleyway. There she was, sitting on the ground like some overwhelmed idiot.

The huntress wasn’t about to take chances. She had to be underestimating her prey now. Her father spoke too highly of Nabarra. She had been made for sure. All of this had to be an act to lure her out. Well, she wasn’t going to play by Nabarra’s rules.

She jumped up a barrel, then a stack of boxes, then a shader, and nearly fell through, but jumped just in time. People said something. She didn’t care. In cities, nobody cares. Quite swiftly she got onto the roof of the buildings. Her eyes scanned the horizon. No archers nearby. Good. Quickly she pulled her own bow from her shoulder and knocked an arrow.

Carefully she walked towards the edge of the roof that looked into the narrow alleyway. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Though she kept her wits about her. She knew she had to keep the sun in front of her, so her shadow would fall onto the tiles of the roof.

When she looked over the edge she cocked her eyebrow for a second. A light elf had stepped out of what she presumed to be a greenhouse. A greenhouse, what a ridiculous luxury. As if this part of Avalia wasn’t warm enough yet. Light elves had grown soft.

Though to the man’s credit, he did know how to draw and hold a blade. The grip and the pose betrayed training. A soldier? Things were becoming interesting. The betrayer and the light elves exchanged some tense words. Maybe he would do her job for her. It would be a shape she would get to bring her father Nabarra’s ears, but he ordered her dead. Not to bring a trophy of her. “C’mon weakling. Finish her.” She whispered. Though perhaps Nabarra would just cut him down. In that case, Avalia had to suffer one less light elf. Either way, she’d win.

Except she didn’t, as Nabarra began to toss away her weapons. What in the name of Halastra was she doing? Had she gone insane? After only a decade? Then she tossed away her armor. Her armor! Nimueh became disgusted by her. Was this once the hero of the dark elves? The feared raider that killed tens if not hundreds of light elves?

Of course, she would fill those shoes one day as the most fearsome raider and killer in Avalia. Though she thought those shoes would’ve been hard to fill. Looking down at Nabarra now, she felt like she had already overtaken her. Now, with the war, she would swiftly replace tales of the betrayer with tales of the huntress. One swift arrow would be the start of her story.

[b]“Halastra.”[/b] Nimueh whispered, hoping that invoking the goddess’ name would draw her gaze. She focused as she pulled back the bowstring and aimed along the arrow shaft at Nabarra. The light elf was of no consequence. She wanted to hit the back of the spine. Cripple her so she could finish the job up close. [b]“Bear witness.”[/b] And then she released the arrow.