Bored, Deltan surveyed the street, waiting with a touch of impatience to see if any help would show up. Pathetic people skulked along the sides of the streets, starving and ragged and hollow-eyed. Meanwhile, more healthy ones kept to the middle of the thoroughfare, clearly better fed than their fellow citizens. It was the way Sunberth worked, Deltan had realized a few days ago. The strong did what they would, and the weak kept out of their way and scrounged what they could. Deltan was somewhere in between; strong enough to not have to huddle and hide, but not at all able to hold his own if a gang of thugs came upon him. This city repulsed him, but Deltan felt he might one day understand it.
The young man hoped his assistance would show soon. He'd not be going in, if it was to be just him. As much as he needed the money for this job, he valued his life far more than a scant few mizas. Fortunately, the young man quickly caught sight of someone a bit different from the rest in the crowd.
A young blonde woman with hair allowed to grow out not quite long enough to get in the way approached Deltan, sure step indicating that she wasn't afraid of him. That meant she was either his help, or incoming trouble. The young man pushed himself up off the wall, blue eyes hardening a bit in wariness as she drew closer, but he kept quiet and didn't put his hand on his weapon. It wouldn't do to get into a scrap with a fellow mercenary if he didn't have to.
It surprised him that the help might be a woman, though; Deltan was hardly sexist, but he never pictured mercenaries as women. Especially not pretty women. Deltan wasn't sure why that was the case, but it was. He hoped she hadn't seen the faint widening of his eyes as he thought, Her?
When the young woman offered her hand and said, "Alia Cantrell, cutlass and kuri," Deltan grinned and gave her hand a firm shake, replying in kind.
"Deltan Colari..." He hesitated, almost ready to mention his short sword. With a wry smile, he jerked his head toward the large, spiked club on his back and said. "Club." It really amused him; he barely knew how to handle the thing, though he knew he could deal damage if he had to. Still, it felt silly. He was too small to be one of those huge club-wielding brutes...Except that he wasn't weak enough to be unable to handle it. It might be a bit slow, but with enough force he'd only need to hit once.
The young man gestured to the warehouse, "So, Alia, have you been in warehouses like these before? I don't know what to expect in there, except maybe a snake or two." Even that was an overstatement; he'd never even seen a Dhani before. He suspected a club would stop one as well as it would anyone else, though.
The shadows were lengthening as sunset started, dusk just beginning to fall over the city. The crowds began to thin, and the seedier side of Sunberth (if one side could be more seedy than the other, of course) began to awaken. Soon, it would be safer in the warehouse, Dhani or no Dhani. The young man looked about warily, ready to club someone senseless if they even thought of assaulting the pair... Though few did. Two armed mercenaries were more than enough to dissuade most from having at them, unless they had something worth risking life and limb for.
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