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The days were getting a bit colder, at least for Somra they were. She supposed that the locals would be used to this sort of weather, but for her, she was used to the much warmer climates of her own lands, and then Egypt. Today saw her dressed in a thicker dress, one that left a little more to the imagination than her usual attire. The fabric was a simple light grey in colour, not wanting to draw attention to herself any more than her dark skin and her beauty already did. A matching cloak was around her shoulders, though the hood remained down for the moment. Her black hair was tied back in a neat braid, to keep it out of her way in case she needed to make some sort of quick escape.
The shops were a bit busier than she expected, but that suited her purposes just fine, even if she didn’t entirely know what her exact purpose was. She knew that information gathering was always a good thing, but she wasn’t sure she would be privy to any important conversations among those who shopped at the moment. All of them seemed to be commoners, going about their usual day. No one there proved to be a target worthy of her attention, at least not yet. But most things were better than being back in that dirty house among the company that lurked there. She was getting used to it, and now that she had proven her skills, the worst of them seemed to be warming up to her a bit at least, though she wasn’t sure that Khanh warming up to her was a really good thing. At least for the moment there had been no more physical violence towards her, which was something to be thankful for at least.
So far she had decided not to run from the group, knowing full well that was not a decision to be made lightly. She doubted that they would just let her go on her merry way with the knowledge she had of the group and the members of this particular part of it. She was confident in her skills to disappear into lands that were probably not known to any of them, but it was still not a journey that she wished to make if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. She still wanted the riches this group would hopefully provide, that had never wavered, it was more the fact that it was not worth losing her life over, especially not at the hands of a brute such as Khanh.
She pulled her cloak a little closer around her as she made her way out of a pottery shop. It’s wares had never held her interest truly, it was more the potential that someone in there might be interesting. At this point she was so bored that she would just accept someone new to talk to in these lands that wasn’t in her group. So far she had met Daxos, and while the man had not given her any information that was pertinent to her cause, he had been fun for a quick romp in the sack, but she hadn’t yet seen him since then. She didn’t doubt that she would see him before she left Colchis, he seemed quite taken with her and she doubted that the man would let her leave without at least trying to convince her to stay.
Now she made her way towards the loud clanging of metal on metal, a blacksmith shop she assumed. She had never been in one herself, despite owning a few daggers both for defense and for her previous job of street performing. Her acts with daggers and swords had been some of her most popular. Though, when she thought about it, it seemed to be that people were enthralled by a beautiful young woman doing dangerous things in general. Her flame dancing had drawn quite a crowd each time she had done it. She thought wistfully back on those days, not realizing she had missed it so much. Staying under the radar was annoying, she liked the attention of a crowd gasping and clapping at her acts, and the gold it brought in. So far, the Sariqas had proven to be less fruitful than her acts had been, so she hoped what ever they had planned here in Colchis would be worth more than the amount she could have been making had she been performing instead.
She pulled herself out of her mind as she approached the blacksmith shop. They seemed to be busier than most other shops, most people there were wearing some sort of armour, various helmets hid faces, metal shone like it had been polished for the Gods, and some people wore pieces that looked as if they had seen much better days.
Though Somra stood out in nothing but the flowing fabric of her dress and cloak, no one seemed to pay her any mind, all of them too busy looking over various pieces of weaponry and armour to notice the dainty woman slipping through the crowds to get a better look at some daggers that were on display. She stood quietly as her dark black eyes studied the blades, determining if they were just for show or if they had a practical use. Her performance daggers had been beautiful things, ornate and polished and how they would glitter in the sun as she performed. But all of her things had been stashed back in Egypt when she had joined the band of thieves, save for her practical daggers. Plain and ugly things, their only job was to stab who needed stabbing.
She reached out and gently plucked a dagger from its display, entranced by the beauty of it. The blade was long and thin, the weight felt nicely balanced and light. Along the blade were carefully intricate carvings of a beautiful woman, naked as the day she was born. So graceful yet so deadly, as Somra thought herself to be. Her fingers reached out and gently traced the form of the woman as she stood there and admired the weapon, wondering if she would be able to pocket the dagger and get out of there without being seen.
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The days were getting a bit colder, at least for Somra they were. She supposed that the locals would be used to this sort of weather, but for her, she was used to the much warmer climates of her own lands, and then Egypt. Today saw her dressed in a thicker dress, one that left a little more to the imagination than her usual attire. The fabric was a simple light grey in colour, not wanting to draw attention to herself any more than her dark skin and her beauty already did. A matching cloak was around her shoulders, though the hood remained down for the moment. Her black hair was tied back in a neat braid, to keep it out of her way in case she needed to make some sort of quick escape.
The shops were a bit busier than she expected, but that suited her purposes just fine, even if she didn’t entirely know what her exact purpose was. She knew that information gathering was always a good thing, but she wasn’t sure she would be privy to any important conversations among those who shopped at the moment. All of them seemed to be commoners, going about their usual day. No one there proved to be a target worthy of her attention, at least not yet. But most things were better than being back in that dirty house among the company that lurked there. She was getting used to it, and now that she had proven her skills, the worst of them seemed to be warming up to her a bit at least, though she wasn’t sure that Khanh warming up to her was a really good thing. At least for the moment there had been no more physical violence towards her, which was something to be thankful for at least.
So far she had decided not to run from the group, knowing full well that was not a decision to be made lightly. She doubted that they would just let her go on her merry way with the knowledge she had of the group and the members of this particular part of it. She was confident in her skills to disappear into lands that were probably not known to any of them, but it was still not a journey that she wished to make if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. She still wanted the riches this group would hopefully provide, that had never wavered, it was more the fact that it was not worth losing her life over, especially not at the hands of a brute such as Khanh.
She pulled her cloak a little closer around her as she made her way out of a pottery shop. It’s wares had never held her interest truly, it was more the potential that someone in there might be interesting. At this point she was so bored that she would just accept someone new to talk to in these lands that wasn’t in her group. So far she had met Daxos, and while the man had not given her any information that was pertinent to her cause, he had been fun for a quick romp in the sack, but she hadn’t yet seen him since then. She didn’t doubt that she would see him before she left Colchis, he seemed quite taken with her and she doubted that the man would let her leave without at least trying to convince her to stay.
Now she made her way towards the loud clanging of metal on metal, a blacksmith shop she assumed. She had never been in one herself, despite owning a few daggers both for defense and for her previous job of street performing. Her acts with daggers and swords had been some of her most popular. Though, when she thought about it, it seemed to be that people were enthralled by a beautiful young woman doing dangerous things in general. Her flame dancing had drawn quite a crowd each time she had done it. She thought wistfully back on those days, not realizing she had missed it so much. Staying under the radar was annoying, she liked the attention of a crowd gasping and clapping at her acts, and the gold it brought in. So far, the Sariqas had proven to be less fruitful than her acts had been, so she hoped what ever they had planned here in Colchis would be worth more than the amount she could have been making had she been performing instead.
She pulled herself out of her mind as she approached the blacksmith shop. They seemed to be busier than most other shops, most people there were wearing some sort of armour, various helmets hid faces, metal shone like it had been polished for the Gods, and some people wore pieces that looked as if they had seen much better days.
Though Somra stood out in nothing but the flowing fabric of her dress and cloak, no one seemed to pay her any mind, all of them too busy looking over various pieces of weaponry and armour to notice the dainty woman slipping through the crowds to get a better look at some daggers that were on display. She stood quietly as her dark black eyes studied the blades, determining if they were just for show or if they had a practical use. Her performance daggers had been beautiful things, ornate and polished and how they would glitter in the sun as she performed. But all of her things had been stashed back in Egypt when she had joined the band of thieves, save for her practical daggers. Plain and ugly things, their only job was to stab who needed stabbing.
She reached out and gently plucked a dagger from its display, entranced by the beauty of it. The blade was long and thin, the weight felt nicely balanced and light. Along the blade were carefully intricate carvings of a beautiful woman, naked as the day she was born. So graceful yet so deadly, as Somra thought herself to be. Her fingers reached out and gently traced the form of the woman as she stood there and admired the weapon, wondering if she would be able to pocket the dagger and get out of there without being seen.
The days were getting a bit colder, at least for Somra they were. She supposed that the locals would be used to this sort of weather, but for her, she was used to the much warmer climates of her own lands, and then Egypt. Today saw her dressed in a thicker dress, one that left a little more to the imagination than her usual attire. The fabric was a simple light grey in colour, not wanting to draw attention to herself any more than her dark skin and her beauty already did. A matching cloak was around her shoulders, though the hood remained down for the moment. Her black hair was tied back in a neat braid, to keep it out of her way in case she needed to make some sort of quick escape.
The shops were a bit busier than she expected, but that suited her purposes just fine, even if she didn’t entirely know what her exact purpose was. She knew that information gathering was always a good thing, but she wasn’t sure she would be privy to any important conversations among those who shopped at the moment. All of them seemed to be commoners, going about their usual day. No one there proved to be a target worthy of her attention, at least not yet. But most things were better than being back in that dirty house among the company that lurked there. She was getting used to it, and now that she had proven her skills, the worst of them seemed to be warming up to her a bit at least, though she wasn’t sure that Khanh warming up to her was a really good thing. At least for the moment there had been no more physical violence towards her, which was something to be thankful for at least.
So far she had decided not to run from the group, knowing full well that was not a decision to be made lightly. She doubted that they would just let her go on her merry way with the knowledge she had of the group and the members of this particular part of it. She was confident in her skills to disappear into lands that were probably not known to any of them, but it was still not a journey that she wished to make if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. She still wanted the riches this group would hopefully provide, that had never wavered, it was more the fact that it was not worth losing her life over, especially not at the hands of a brute such as Khanh.
She pulled her cloak a little closer around her as she made her way out of a pottery shop. It’s wares had never held her interest truly, it was more the potential that someone in there might be interesting. At this point she was so bored that she would just accept someone new to talk to in these lands that wasn’t in her group. So far she had met Daxos, and while the man had not given her any information that was pertinent to her cause, he had been fun for a quick romp in the sack, but she hadn’t yet seen him since then. She didn’t doubt that she would see him before she left Colchis, he seemed quite taken with her and she doubted that the man would let her leave without at least trying to convince her to stay.
Now she made her way towards the loud clanging of metal on metal, a blacksmith shop she assumed. She had never been in one herself, despite owning a few daggers both for defense and for her previous job of street performing. Her acts with daggers and swords had been some of her most popular. Though, when she thought about it, it seemed to be that people were enthralled by a beautiful young woman doing dangerous things in general. Her flame dancing had drawn quite a crowd each time she had done it. She thought wistfully back on those days, not realizing she had missed it so much. Staying under the radar was annoying, she liked the attention of a crowd gasping and clapping at her acts, and the gold it brought in. So far, the Sariqas had proven to be less fruitful than her acts had been, so she hoped what ever they had planned here in Colchis would be worth more than the amount she could have been making had she been performing instead.
She pulled herself out of her mind as she approached the blacksmith shop. They seemed to be busier than most other shops, most people there were wearing some sort of armour, various helmets hid faces, metal shone like it had been polished for the Gods, and some people wore pieces that looked as if they had seen much better days.
Though Somra stood out in nothing but the flowing fabric of her dress and cloak, no one seemed to pay her any mind, all of them too busy looking over various pieces of weaponry and armour to notice the dainty woman slipping through the crowds to get a better look at some daggers that were on display. She stood quietly as her dark black eyes studied the blades, determining if they were just for show or if they had a practical use. Her performance daggers had been beautiful things, ornate and polished and how they would glitter in the sun as she performed. But all of her things had been stashed back in Egypt when she had joined the band of thieves, save for her practical daggers. Plain and ugly things, their only job was to stab who needed stabbing.
She reached out and gently plucked a dagger from its display, entranced by the beauty of it. The blade was long and thin, the weight felt nicely balanced and light. Along the blade were carefully intricate carvings of a beautiful woman, naked as the day she was born. So graceful yet so deadly, as Somra thought herself to be. Her fingers reached out and gently traced the form of the woman as she stood there and admired the weapon, wondering if she would be able to pocket the dagger and get out of there without being seen.
"Not a bad choice. If a bit ornamental."
Kairos had strode into the shop, and unlike the other woman, had drawn the eyes of several others. She wasn't dressed in anything unusual, simple robes, but she was always attention grabbing to say the least. Scars and tanned skin, along with muscle and height, were unusual features on a woman.
Her eyes had instantly been drawn to the other woman, her own curiosity burning at the sight of the girl. She was small, a kind of a slip of a thing. Her clothing was also nothing of note but her skin and general appearance were notable enough. And of course, the fact she was about to steal a dagger.
Kairos was familiar with criminals. She'd killed quite a few of them in her time. Worked with others. She'd learned a lot of the tricks. And her face said everything Kairos needed to know. There was also that special motion they always seemed to make, like a rabbit, fearing a predator was right around the corner. Because a good thief knew how to bolt.
"It's got a good length. This place seems to do a good job with it's short blades."
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"Not a bad choice. If a bit ornamental."
Kairos had strode into the shop, and unlike the other woman, had drawn the eyes of several others. She wasn't dressed in anything unusual, simple robes, but she was always attention grabbing to say the least. Scars and tanned skin, along with muscle and height, were unusual features on a woman.
Her eyes had instantly been drawn to the other woman, her own curiosity burning at the sight of the girl. She was small, a kind of a slip of a thing. Her clothing was also nothing of note but her skin and general appearance were notable enough. And of course, the fact she was about to steal a dagger.
Kairos was familiar with criminals. She'd killed quite a few of them in her time. Worked with others. She'd learned a lot of the tricks. And her face said everything Kairos needed to know. There was also that special motion they always seemed to make, like a rabbit, fearing a predator was right around the corner. Because a good thief knew how to bolt.
"It's got a good length. This place seems to do a good job with it's short blades."
"Not a bad choice. If a bit ornamental."
Kairos had strode into the shop, and unlike the other woman, had drawn the eyes of several others. She wasn't dressed in anything unusual, simple robes, but she was always attention grabbing to say the least. Scars and tanned skin, along with muscle and height, were unusual features on a woman.
Her eyes had instantly been drawn to the other woman, her own curiosity burning at the sight of the girl. She was small, a kind of a slip of a thing. Her clothing was also nothing of note but her skin and general appearance were notable enough. And of course, the fact she was about to steal a dagger.
Kairos was familiar with criminals. She'd killed quite a few of them in her time. Worked with others. She'd learned a lot of the tricks. And her face said everything Kairos needed to know. There was also that special motion they always seemed to make, like a rabbit, fearing a predator was right around the corner. Because a good thief knew how to bolt.
"It's got a good length. This place seems to do a good job with it's short blades."
Somra had heard someone approach, and she tensed a little as they did, wondering who was approaching her and why they were drawn to her specifically. She had not yet done anything that would cause her to be in trouble, or at least that anyone was aware of, and so she put on a charming smile, turning to the person that spoke. She was surprised at the sight of the woman, she towered over Somra. She hid her surprise well, keeping her expression one of a friendly curiosity towards this stranger who had just approached her.
The other woman spoke of the dagger she held in her hands, the blade momentarily forgotten as she sized up this stranger. The dangers were obvious, should things turn sour, this other woman was much stronger than Somra, but her large stature would put her at a bit of a disadvantage if Somra fled. Her small and dainty frame made her quick and light, able to climb and jump and outrun just about any one. No one she had run from had caught her yet.
She placed the blade carefully down, clearly not able to pocket it as she had wished to, not with this woman’s eyes on her, drawing attention to them both.
“Does it? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never found use for a blade myself.” She lied smoothly, her own daggers hidden very carefully on her person, unseen by any eyes.
“I was looking for a gift, for my older brother. He loves to collect such things, I thought perhaps to purchase him one as a surprise. Alas, I know so little. Perhaps you could lend some assistance in finding one he would enjoy?” She asked, her story completely believable because it was so simple. She had learned early on that the more complicated a lie became, the less believable it became and the harder it was to keep up.
“That is, if you have the time to lend some assistance. I would completely understand if your attentions were needed elsewhere.” She said, hoping that she would be on her way somewhere else, but doubting that she would be. Somra would simply need to return at a later time to procure the dagger she wanted.
For now, she would need to act as if the company was not unwanted for as long as this other woman hung around. The last thing she needed was for someone to think she was anything more than a simple tourist, coming through Midas on her travels with her brother.
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Somra had heard someone approach, and she tensed a little as they did, wondering who was approaching her and why they were drawn to her specifically. She had not yet done anything that would cause her to be in trouble, or at least that anyone was aware of, and so she put on a charming smile, turning to the person that spoke. She was surprised at the sight of the woman, she towered over Somra. She hid her surprise well, keeping her expression one of a friendly curiosity towards this stranger who had just approached her.
The other woman spoke of the dagger she held in her hands, the blade momentarily forgotten as she sized up this stranger. The dangers were obvious, should things turn sour, this other woman was much stronger than Somra, but her large stature would put her at a bit of a disadvantage if Somra fled. Her small and dainty frame made her quick and light, able to climb and jump and outrun just about any one. No one she had run from had caught her yet.
She placed the blade carefully down, clearly not able to pocket it as she had wished to, not with this woman’s eyes on her, drawing attention to them both.
“Does it? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never found use for a blade myself.” She lied smoothly, her own daggers hidden very carefully on her person, unseen by any eyes.
“I was looking for a gift, for my older brother. He loves to collect such things, I thought perhaps to purchase him one as a surprise. Alas, I know so little. Perhaps you could lend some assistance in finding one he would enjoy?” She asked, her story completely believable because it was so simple. She had learned early on that the more complicated a lie became, the less believable it became and the harder it was to keep up.
“That is, if you have the time to lend some assistance. I would completely understand if your attentions were needed elsewhere.” She said, hoping that she would be on her way somewhere else, but doubting that she would be. Somra would simply need to return at a later time to procure the dagger she wanted.
For now, she would need to act as if the company was not unwanted for as long as this other woman hung around. The last thing she needed was for someone to think she was anything more than a simple tourist, coming through Midas on her travels with her brother.
Somra had heard someone approach, and she tensed a little as they did, wondering who was approaching her and why they were drawn to her specifically. She had not yet done anything that would cause her to be in trouble, or at least that anyone was aware of, and so she put on a charming smile, turning to the person that spoke. She was surprised at the sight of the woman, she towered over Somra. She hid her surprise well, keeping her expression one of a friendly curiosity towards this stranger who had just approached her.
The other woman spoke of the dagger she held in her hands, the blade momentarily forgotten as she sized up this stranger. The dangers were obvious, should things turn sour, this other woman was much stronger than Somra, but her large stature would put her at a bit of a disadvantage if Somra fled. Her small and dainty frame made her quick and light, able to climb and jump and outrun just about any one. No one she had run from had caught her yet.
She placed the blade carefully down, clearly not able to pocket it as she had wished to, not with this woman’s eyes on her, drawing attention to them both.
“Does it? I wouldn’t know. I’ve never found use for a blade myself.” She lied smoothly, her own daggers hidden very carefully on her person, unseen by any eyes.
“I was looking for a gift, for my older brother. He loves to collect such things, I thought perhaps to purchase him one as a surprise. Alas, I know so little. Perhaps you could lend some assistance in finding one he would enjoy?” She asked, her story completely believable because it was so simple. She had learned early on that the more complicated a lie became, the less believable it became and the harder it was to keep up.
“That is, if you have the time to lend some assistance. I would completely understand if your attentions were needed elsewhere.” She said, hoping that she would be on her way somewhere else, but doubting that she would be. Somra would simply need to return at a later time to procure the dagger she wanted.
For now, she would need to act as if the company was not unwanted for as long as this other woman hung around. The last thing she needed was for someone to think she was anything more than a simple tourist, coming through Midas on her travels with her brother.
Kairos smiled at the woman. There was something cute about someone trying so hard to pretend they were something other than themselves. Especially a woman as beautiful as this. Kairos was ignorant about a great many things, but someone trying to hide what they were... That was familiar. She'd tried it for a long time herself. This woman was assuredly hiding something about herself. Kairos couldn't quite tell what it was, but... Something stood out to her. She would go along with it for now.
"Oh? Still. You have a good eye. I'd love to help you find something."
She managed to gesture to all the equipment around the store.
"What might your 'brother' have a taste for? I assume he's a fan of blades if that's what caught your eyes. Any number of items could be good for a collector. Depending on a taste for aesthetics or practicality."
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Kairos smiled at the woman. There was something cute about someone trying so hard to pretend they were something other than themselves. Especially a woman as beautiful as this. Kairos was ignorant about a great many things, but someone trying to hide what they were... That was familiar. She'd tried it for a long time herself. This woman was assuredly hiding something about herself. Kairos couldn't quite tell what it was, but... Something stood out to her. She would go along with it for now.
"Oh? Still. You have a good eye. I'd love to help you find something."
She managed to gesture to all the equipment around the store.
"What might your 'brother' have a taste for? I assume he's a fan of blades if that's what caught your eyes. Any number of items could be good for a collector. Depending on a taste for aesthetics or practicality."
Kairos smiled at the woman. There was something cute about someone trying so hard to pretend they were something other than themselves. Especially a woman as beautiful as this. Kairos was ignorant about a great many things, but someone trying to hide what they were... That was familiar. She'd tried it for a long time herself. This woman was assuredly hiding something about herself. Kairos couldn't quite tell what it was, but... Something stood out to her. She would go along with it for now.
"Oh? Still. You have a good eye. I'd love to help you find something."
She managed to gesture to all the equipment around the store.
"What might your 'brother' have a taste for? I assume he's a fan of blades if that's what caught your eyes. Any number of items could be good for a collector. Depending on a taste for aesthetics or practicality."
Somra didn’t like the way this woman said brother, as if she did not believe her lie, though she had given her no reason not to. Her words had sounded sincere, no pause had come before them to give reason to think it had been made up. Something was strange about this person, something in her stomach was telling her to get away. But she could not just turn and leave, not now that attentions were already on her. Had she spotted her earlier, she could have slipped away before she was noticed, but now it was far too late for any thoughts of getting away. At least not yet.
“Apologies, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Ramina.” She said, giving one of the many fake names that had become second nature to her to use. She had a whole arsenal of them that could be given, to prevent people from connecting the dots and figuring out that tales of this woman were the same person. Or finding out about her past.
“I am not entirely sure, as I do not dabble in weapons myself, but I know that he has a few blades such as this. I assume that he would like any of the weapons this shop has to offer, but who am I to understand the whims of men.” She said with a small laugh, making sure to keep a smile on her face as she played dumb about the weapons.
“I do not believe he intends to use them, he merely enjoys collecting them, and showing them off to his friends. I can not tell you how many times I have seen him bring the blades out to speak of them, I’m sure he would tell anyone of them who even looked his direction.” She said, reminiscing on a fake story.
“You seem to know what you are talking about when it comes to these things. Which of these blades would you enjoy getting as a gift, if someone were to purchase one for you? Perhaps your taste will match my brothers.” Somra spoke, keeping her tone even and friendly, though she did not trust this person in the slightest. She was still getting a weird feeling off her and planned on getting out of there as soon as she was able to without arousing any suspicion. For now, she would continue to play the part of dutiful sister, there to purchase a present for loving brother.
"Do you frequent this place often? It does not seem the type of place that I would find another of my gender." She asked, genuinely curious as to why this woman had been here in the first place.
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Somra didn’t like the way this woman said brother, as if she did not believe her lie, though she had given her no reason not to. Her words had sounded sincere, no pause had come before them to give reason to think it had been made up. Something was strange about this person, something in her stomach was telling her to get away. But she could not just turn and leave, not now that attentions were already on her. Had she spotted her earlier, she could have slipped away before she was noticed, but now it was far too late for any thoughts of getting away. At least not yet.
“Apologies, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Ramina.” She said, giving one of the many fake names that had become second nature to her to use. She had a whole arsenal of them that could be given, to prevent people from connecting the dots and figuring out that tales of this woman were the same person. Or finding out about her past.
“I am not entirely sure, as I do not dabble in weapons myself, but I know that he has a few blades such as this. I assume that he would like any of the weapons this shop has to offer, but who am I to understand the whims of men.” She said with a small laugh, making sure to keep a smile on her face as she played dumb about the weapons.
“I do not believe he intends to use them, he merely enjoys collecting them, and showing them off to his friends. I can not tell you how many times I have seen him bring the blades out to speak of them, I’m sure he would tell anyone of them who even looked his direction.” She said, reminiscing on a fake story.
“You seem to know what you are talking about when it comes to these things. Which of these blades would you enjoy getting as a gift, if someone were to purchase one for you? Perhaps your taste will match my brothers.” Somra spoke, keeping her tone even and friendly, though she did not trust this person in the slightest. She was still getting a weird feeling off her and planned on getting out of there as soon as she was able to without arousing any suspicion. For now, she would continue to play the part of dutiful sister, there to purchase a present for loving brother.
"Do you frequent this place often? It does not seem the type of place that I would find another of my gender." She asked, genuinely curious as to why this woman had been here in the first place.
Somra didn’t like the way this woman said brother, as if she did not believe her lie, though she had given her no reason not to. Her words had sounded sincere, no pause had come before them to give reason to think it had been made up. Something was strange about this person, something in her stomach was telling her to get away. But she could not just turn and leave, not now that attentions were already on her. Had she spotted her earlier, she could have slipped away before she was noticed, but now it was far too late for any thoughts of getting away. At least not yet.
“Apologies, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Ramina.” She said, giving one of the many fake names that had become second nature to her to use. She had a whole arsenal of them that could be given, to prevent people from connecting the dots and figuring out that tales of this woman were the same person. Or finding out about her past.
“I am not entirely sure, as I do not dabble in weapons myself, but I know that he has a few blades such as this. I assume that he would like any of the weapons this shop has to offer, but who am I to understand the whims of men.” She said with a small laugh, making sure to keep a smile on her face as she played dumb about the weapons.
“I do not believe he intends to use them, he merely enjoys collecting them, and showing them off to his friends. I can not tell you how many times I have seen him bring the blades out to speak of them, I’m sure he would tell anyone of them who even looked his direction.” She said, reminiscing on a fake story.
“You seem to know what you are talking about when it comes to these things. Which of these blades would you enjoy getting as a gift, if someone were to purchase one for you? Perhaps your taste will match my brothers.” Somra spoke, keeping her tone even and friendly, though she did not trust this person in the slightest. She was still getting a weird feeling off her and planned on getting out of there as soon as she was able to without arousing any suspicion. For now, she would continue to play the part of dutiful sister, there to purchase a present for loving brother.
"Do you frequent this place often? It does not seem the type of place that I would find another of my gender." She asked, genuinely curious as to why this woman had been here in the first place.
Kairos gave a warm smile.
"A pleasure, Ramina. My name is Kairos."
She wondered if the name was real. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Regardless, the woman was interesting enough Kairos didn't much mind either way. She was simply enjoying a moment to talk to someone somewhat normally.
"A gift for myself, hm? Well, I favor the practical. Strong blades you can use in the day to day. Someone who was... Less reputable, might desire something very simple. Ideally as dark as possible, and lacking reflection. You wouldn't want it to glint at a bad moment. But, from what you've told me, something to catch the eye is good. Perhaps something with an inscription that might be meaningful? A story he likes, perhaps?"
She laughed softly again.
"I don't come here particularly often. I tend to wander. But I get them for various reasons. A good knife is invaluable, you know. Cut rope. Skin an animal. It's a necessity, I find."
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Kairos gave a warm smile.
"A pleasure, Ramina. My name is Kairos."
She wondered if the name was real. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Regardless, the woman was interesting enough Kairos didn't much mind either way. She was simply enjoying a moment to talk to someone somewhat normally.
"A gift for myself, hm? Well, I favor the practical. Strong blades you can use in the day to day. Someone who was... Less reputable, might desire something very simple. Ideally as dark as possible, and lacking reflection. You wouldn't want it to glint at a bad moment. But, from what you've told me, something to catch the eye is good. Perhaps something with an inscription that might be meaningful? A story he likes, perhaps?"
She laughed softly again.
"I don't come here particularly often. I tend to wander. But I get them for various reasons. A good knife is invaluable, you know. Cut rope. Skin an animal. It's a necessity, I find."
Kairos gave a warm smile.
"A pleasure, Ramina. My name is Kairos."
She wondered if the name was real. Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Regardless, the woman was interesting enough Kairos didn't much mind either way. She was simply enjoying a moment to talk to someone somewhat normally.
"A gift for myself, hm? Well, I favor the practical. Strong blades you can use in the day to day. Someone who was... Less reputable, might desire something very simple. Ideally as dark as possible, and lacking reflection. You wouldn't want it to glint at a bad moment. But, from what you've told me, something to catch the eye is good. Perhaps something with an inscription that might be meaningful? A story he likes, perhaps?"
She laughed softly again.
"I don't come here particularly often. I tend to wander. But I get them for various reasons. A good knife is invaluable, you know. Cut rope. Skin an animal. It's a necessity, I find."
Somra gave her another smile as the other woman didn’t seem to question her name or anything, at least that she seemed to accept. It was a real name, at least from her lands, so she supposed that there was no reason to not believe it was her own. At this point the amount of people who knew her real name were almost non-existent. She much preferred to keep her real name to herself, if her old master some how caught word of her, he could send men after her. Technically she was a runaway slave, though she bore no mark to prove such. If he had some how found her, it would be his word against hers, and as a woman of no noble blood, she didn’t like those odds.
“That’s a great idea. I wonder if I could find a blacksmith who would inscribe such a thing for a practical price. My brother does not put them to use as far as I know, they’re more to show off than anything.” She said with a light laugh, as if she had any intentions of finding a blacksmith to craft a custom made dagger for her made up brother.
“I myself have never found a use for such things, rope cutting or animal skinning. I prefer to leave such things to the men. I wouldn’t know what to do with a knife, nor a dead animal.” Somra said, continuing her act of playing dumb, though she still got a weird feeling that this woman didn’t quite believe her.
And yet, she had been given the perfect excuse to take her leave, lest this woman prod her any more and discover something Somra didn’t want discovered. She was confident in her ability to lie, and to keep a story straight, but there was something that was just giving her a bad feeling about this woman, and she didn’t want to stick around and find out why that was.
“I apologies, Kairos.” She said, repeating the name that the woman had given her.
“But I am afraid I must be off, to see if I can divine a blacksmith who would craft such a blade for me. You have been most helpful, and I appreciate your kindness. Take care, and perhaps we will see each other once again.” She gave the woman a little curtsey before turning and taking her leave. She would get the dagger she wanted later, when this woman’s observant gaze wasn’t upon her. For now, she just wanted to put distance between them.
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Somra gave her another smile as the other woman didn’t seem to question her name or anything, at least that she seemed to accept. It was a real name, at least from her lands, so she supposed that there was no reason to not believe it was her own. At this point the amount of people who knew her real name were almost non-existent. She much preferred to keep her real name to herself, if her old master some how caught word of her, he could send men after her. Technically she was a runaway slave, though she bore no mark to prove such. If he had some how found her, it would be his word against hers, and as a woman of no noble blood, she didn’t like those odds.
“That’s a great idea. I wonder if I could find a blacksmith who would inscribe such a thing for a practical price. My brother does not put them to use as far as I know, they’re more to show off than anything.” She said with a light laugh, as if she had any intentions of finding a blacksmith to craft a custom made dagger for her made up brother.
“I myself have never found a use for such things, rope cutting or animal skinning. I prefer to leave such things to the men. I wouldn’t know what to do with a knife, nor a dead animal.” Somra said, continuing her act of playing dumb, though she still got a weird feeling that this woman didn’t quite believe her.
And yet, she had been given the perfect excuse to take her leave, lest this woman prod her any more and discover something Somra didn’t want discovered. She was confident in her ability to lie, and to keep a story straight, but there was something that was just giving her a bad feeling about this woman, and she didn’t want to stick around and find out why that was.
“I apologies, Kairos.” She said, repeating the name that the woman had given her.
“But I am afraid I must be off, to see if I can divine a blacksmith who would craft such a blade for me. You have been most helpful, and I appreciate your kindness. Take care, and perhaps we will see each other once again.” She gave the woman a little curtsey before turning and taking her leave. She would get the dagger she wanted later, when this woman’s observant gaze wasn’t upon her. For now, she just wanted to put distance between them.
Somra gave her another smile as the other woman didn’t seem to question her name or anything, at least that she seemed to accept. It was a real name, at least from her lands, so she supposed that there was no reason to not believe it was her own. At this point the amount of people who knew her real name were almost non-existent. She much preferred to keep her real name to herself, if her old master some how caught word of her, he could send men after her. Technically she was a runaway slave, though she bore no mark to prove such. If he had some how found her, it would be his word against hers, and as a woman of no noble blood, she didn’t like those odds.
“That’s a great idea. I wonder if I could find a blacksmith who would inscribe such a thing for a practical price. My brother does not put them to use as far as I know, they’re more to show off than anything.” She said with a light laugh, as if she had any intentions of finding a blacksmith to craft a custom made dagger for her made up brother.
“I myself have never found a use for such things, rope cutting or animal skinning. I prefer to leave such things to the men. I wouldn’t know what to do with a knife, nor a dead animal.” Somra said, continuing her act of playing dumb, though she still got a weird feeling that this woman didn’t quite believe her.
And yet, she had been given the perfect excuse to take her leave, lest this woman prod her any more and discover something Somra didn’t want discovered. She was confident in her ability to lie, and to keep a story straight, but there was something that was just giving her a bad feeling about this woman, and she didn’t want to stick around and find out why that was.
“I apologies, Kairos.” She said, repeating the name that the woman had given her.
“But I am afraid I must be off, to see if I can divine a blacksmith who would craft such a blade for me. You have been most helpful, and I appreciate your kindness. Take care, and perhaps we will see each other once again.” She gave the woman a little curtsey before turning and taking her leave. She would get the dagger she wanted later, when this woman’s observant gaze wasn’t upon her. For now, she just wanted to put distance between them.