The moon was just setting over the horizon as the woman walked through the village, dressed in her armour and clearly having been out of town for a time though she rode no horse through the Vale as she headed toward her home. She hadn’t slept the night before, nor the day, instead she’d stepped away from home for a time though she was gone no more than a single rising of the sun for she’d only gone as far as the closest noble holding. Noblemen always had enemies and purses full of gold that was ripe for the taking if you knew how to get it from them; not only had she been paid tonight, she’d also picked several pockets of their pockets and carried a nice sum of five hundred gold pieces home with her this morning. She walked along the quiet path, glad that everyone else was sleeping so they wouldn’t see the cloaked figure walking through the town, a sword on her hip and a dagger in her boot, a pouch of gold between her breasts where no one would notice it.
She rounded the corner and ducked out of sight as one of the town guards, easily finding her way into the shadows and staying hidden while he passed, even though she was less than a foot away from him he never noticed her. Reaching out she flicked a small knife through the button of the man’s coin purse and she caught the copper and bronze pieces in the palm of her hand where it closed into a neat fist and she slipped it back within her cloak, counting them with her fingers as she dropped them in a pocket in the fabric. She waited for several heartbeats before she stepped out of the shadows again, smirking smugly as she walked away from the small town again.
Having made it through the town the sun had begun to rise behind her as she walked the dirt pathway that ran through the grass from the town to her house; there wasn’t a real road for carts as the two would rather take a horse of their own feet anywhere. The path was familiar and the young woman pulled a dagger from behind her thigh and twirled it between her fingers as she walked, though, the sudden twang of a horribly played note followed by terribly rhymed lyrics and she knew that Ezra was once again beneath her window. It was interrupted of course, by her mother yelling at him and she was grateful – for the first time in years – that the woman was such a bitch. What she hadn’t expected was for him to turn around and walk toward her while she was standing in the open, just off the property.
“Damnmit.” @Snarl
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