47 Winter, 515 AV
It had only been two days on her own in the strange city and although it was a relief, she hadn’t come up with a plan of action. Pacing the floor she looked to the food that had begun to spoil. The air in the room was tepid and stifling. She hated it. Feet moved faster, wearing a path into the hard floor. Stopping she looked down at the worn clothing, knowing that she had a rather unpleasant odor. It had been months since a proper bathing. Her first plan of action with Vinicus gone was getting a good meal and that was what she had done the day before, search the city for something hot to eat. It had taken nearly the whole day but eventually food was found and her belly full.
Although a bath sounded perfect at the moment she needed to work out the pent up energy she had. She hadn’t gotten to get her revenge on Vincus and the anger toward him still bubble under the surface. Moving for the door she made her way out onto the street. Hoping that someone would be friendly enough to point her in the direction of somewhere to run or even train.
An older man was walking in her direction and she hesitated a moment as she held a hand out toward him, “Excuse me, could I bother you to point me toward somewhere to train?” She pulled her hand back realizing he might see it as a threat, twisting it in the other hand.
“Well…You don't sound like a knight since you don't even know where the training area is. I suppose you could go down to the Pits. You musn’t be from around here…” a wrinkled pair of eyes squinted at her.
“I’m sorry I’m not, I’m staying um… with my father and he’s… out,” lips turned up in a soft smile, “do you happen to know which direction that would be?”
He pointed a scraggly finger in the opposite direction in which he came, “down that way, take a right and head until you meet the crossing keep heading straight past the Bittern District, it’ll be on the right hand side near the docks.”
Thanking the man she made her way down the tight covered street, following as the man had said. Her thoughts turned to the events that had happened only a few days prior, chewing on her lip while mulling. The crossroads were slightly bigger than she’d expected but kept on following until she neared the docks. The temperature was slightly chilly but the wind blew with the hope of Spring wrapped in it’s fingers whipping at the stray hairs that had fallen from her braid. She turned the corner into a dusty fighting area.
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