10th of fall, 514 a.v
sunset
Another day had come over the city of Sunberth, and once again Syna had found herself descending into the western skyline as Leth prepared to roust himself in her place. Once again Mirian had found herself on her way to the Pig’s Foot, shawl wrapped around her shoulders and knife strapped to her thigh.
An unusual addition, however, was the rope that accompanied that knife. It was wrapped and tied around one boot, coiled in such a way that it could look like an accessory or even part of the footwear. Today she wanted to try a new strategy, one that didn’t rely on her targets falling asleep or being too drunk to see in front of their own faces; this was a test of subterfuge, yes, but it was also a test of charm. And of lying, but that wasn’t nearly as fun.
It was getting dark by the time Mirian shouldered her way into the tavern, though not quite nighttime; there was still light streaming through the windows, and the last of the day’s patrons were still into their tankards. It wouldn’t be long before they left and heralded other, less savory patrons, but until then there were plenty for Mirian to pick out.
Always interested in making a good first impression, Mirian took the time to ride down her skirt enough to expose a strip of skin across her stomach, then shrugged her neckline halfway off one shoulder until her blouse was barely staying on top of her. A bit obvious, but it wasn’t like she was trying to be subtle.
Ready and able, Mirian turned her attention to the Pig’s Foot patrons. Surely there would be someone for her here tonight.
sunset
Another day had come over the city of Sunberth, and once again Syna had found herself descending into the western skyline as Leth prepared to roust himself in her place. Once again Mirian had found herself on her way to the Pig’s Foot, shawl wrapped around her shoulders and knife strapped to her thigh.
An unusual addition, however, was the rope that accompanied that knife. It was wrapped and tied around one boot, coiled in such a way that it could look like an accessory or even part of the footwear. Today she wanted to try a new strategy, one that didn’t rely on her targets falling asleep or being too drunk to see in front of their own faces; this was a test of subterfuge, yes, but it was also a test of charm. And of lying, but that wasn’t nearly as fun.
It was getting dark by the time Mirian shouldered her way into the tavern, though not quite nighttime; there was still light streaming through the windows, and the last of the day’s patrons were still into their tankards. It wouldn’t be long before they left and heralded other, less savory patrons, but until then there were plenty for Mirian to pick out.
Always interested in making a good first impression, Mirian took the time to ride down her skirt enough to expose a strip of skin across her stomach, then shrugged her neckline halfway off one shoulder until her blouse was barely staying on top of her. A bit obvious, but it wasn’t like she was trying to be subtle.
Ready and able, Mirian turned her attention to the Pig’s Foot patrons. Surely there would be someone for her here tonight.