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There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s nose twitched. She slowly turned to a canoe drawn upon the docks. There was no one around to miss it. The idea brewed in her mind for a moment. “On the one hand…” she said very quietly. “We’re not from here, and inviting criminal charges might not be in our best interest…”
She turned her eyes back to the swamp. “But on the other hand, they have my things. And they’re tremendously vile…”
She licked her lips, then started moving towards the unguarded canoe. “Do you have any experience with a paddle?”
"A-A little bit." Noelle replies as she scurries to catch up. "I sometimes can paddle out when I fish. It's a nice change of pace from the shore."
Picking up on what Gisha was talking about, she glanced around a little before she takes the oars from the shore, tossing them into the canoe before she begins to untie the rope mooring the vessel to the dock, motioning with her head for the other to get in before she follows suit. She then seats herself with the oars, quietly pulling the duo out into the misty bog.
The succubus mounted up within the canoe and took the other oar. She knew enough about canoeing to paddle them in a straight line, leaving the rest to coordination. As they slipped away, she checked over her shoulder to make sure no one was running after them. “We’ll try to return it the way we found it” she whispered, then motioned for Miss Minette to paddle quietly. Together they glided quietly, listening for the voices.
For a time, they heard nothing except the sounds of the swamp. Just insects and the gentle lapping of the water. Occasionally a bird or some distant creature made a call, but Gisha could find evidence of her assailants in the trees around them.
Gisha raised a hand, silently signaling to cease paddling. She peered around them, seeing only fog and mangroves in all directions. This wasn’t right. Had they been led astray? Her tail flicked with agitation as she listened to the swamp.
Noelle paddles silently in time with Gisha, stopping when bidden. She looks around and listens for any telltale sound of their quarry....or where they even are. The mangrove maze was all feeling a bit similar in every direction.
She glances at her associate, wondering if she had a better idea of their situation than she did.
Gisha had no idea of their situation. Admittedly, she was suddenly concerned that this charitable individual might have been dragged into harms way by her spontaneous actions. She looked over her shoulder, trying to determine the route back to Dorn, but the swamp offered no landmarks.
“D’well looka here-“ Gisha jumped at the sudden voice, but couldn’t react in time to save the canoe. The boat was tipped with great strength, dunking the two women into the water… which was too deep to wade.
“Heew t’ere demon wench t’gew to given a chase” laughed the orangescale. The reptilian coiled out of the water and halfway up a mangrove with ease. He was a beanstalk of his kin, tall but lanky, dressed in oiled leather rogue garb. His crocodilian snout was full of crooked teeth and he was wearing something shining and golden around his neck.
“You stole from me- that’s my medallion!” Gisha snarled as she bobbed on the surface, struggling to get back to the overturned canoe.
“Dar! D’eredat? Demon wench ‘ereta possy em glimmerdads!” He laughed boisterously. Then the hornscale slithered through the water behind Noelle, making a circle of the scene. He rose out of the water. Much larger than the orangescale, he was built like a tank and had horned protuberances on his back and shoulders. He answered in an accent so thick it couldn’t be discerned, but he motioned at Noelle.
“Back off Dar” Gisha hissed, clutching the canoe. “I’m here- for my things”
“Ooh, t’dat gon be a troubledad ol’ wreckin, bess- mighty grat ol’ copperdid for skivs and shinies!” He pulled out her obsidian dagger and made a theatening gesture. “kinem high, Dar!”
Dar thrust back into the water, his wake driving right for them.
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s nose twitched. She slowly turned to a canoe drawn upon the docks. There was no one around to miss it. The idea brewed in her mind for a moment. “On the one hand…” she said very quietly. “We’re not from here, and inviting criminal charges might not be in our best interest…”
She turned her eyes back to the swamp. “But on the other hand, they have my things. And they’re tremendously vile…”
She licked her lips, then started moving towards the unguarded canoe. “Do you have any experience with a paddle?”
"A-A little bit." Noelle replies as she scurries to catch up. "I sometimes can paddle out when I fish. It's a nice change of pace from the shore."
Picking up on what Gisha was talking about, she glanced around a little before she takes the oars from the shore, tossing them into the canoe before she begins to untie the rope mooring the vessel to the dock, motioning with her head for the other to get in before she follows suit. She then seats herself with the oars, quietly pulling the duo out into the misty bog.
The succubus mounted up within the canoe and took the other oar. She knew enough about canoeing to paddle them in a straight line, leaving the rest to coordination. As they slipped away, she checked over her shoulder to make sure no one was running after them. “We’ll try to return it the way we found it” she whispered, then motioned for Miss Minette to paddle quietly. Together they glided quietly, listening for the voices.
For a time, they heard nothing except the sounds of the swamp. Just insects and the gentle lapping of the water. Occasionally a bird or some distant creature made a call, but Gisha could find evidence of her assailants in the trees around them.
Gisha raised a hand, silently signaling to cease paddling. She peered around them, seeing only fog and mangroves in all directions. This wasn’t right. Had they been led astray? Her tail flicked with agitation as she listened to the swamp.
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s nose twitched. She slowly turned to a canoe drawn upon the docks. There was no one around to miss it. The idea brewed in her mind for a moment. “On the one hand…” she said very quietly. “We’re not from here, and inviting criminal charges might not be in our best interest…”
She turned her eyes back to the swamp. “But on the other hand, they have my things. And they’re tremendously vile…”
She licked her lips, then started moving towards the unguarded canoe. “Do you have any experience with a paddle?”
The Succubus
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//I think I’m already used to the natural eyes…
//hmmmm….
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s tail flicked once as she leaned back up a little. She was wearing an off-white blouse, some leather bracers, grey trousers and… not much else. The knife sheath on her hip was held in place by a cord, not a belt, and it had nothing in it.
“Oh no, these were no traders… I’m looking for a bright orangescale and a his devilhorn friend. They robbed me.”
She tried to keep her demonic aura down, but she allowed a little to get through… just enough charm that this woman might share in a little sympathy.
"What?!" The short woman scrambles to her feet. She also has a knife visible.
"W-Well, we need to track them down, yeah?" Was the aura too much? Or was this woman just that sort of person? "Sh-Should we tell the guard? No...that might cause more problems than it would solve."
It seems she wasn't blind to the prejudice that people like Gisha faced.
"Alright. I'll do my best to help. I guess they were heading this way?"
That was surprising. Gisha hadn’t actually expected to ask the woman for help. “Well… I suppose that’s acceptable. No, I’d rather not tell the guards…. I’m actually a licensed member of the fighters guild, but my badge was in the satchel they stole.”
She stepped back as the smaller woman was standing up. “They were heading into town, but I doubt they’ll stay long. And I’m unarmed.”
Noelle glances down again and notices the knife IS missing from the sheath. Doubtlessly taken with the other things. "I understand. An orangescale and devilhorn that headed into town, huh? Let's see if we can pick up their trail."
With that, the short woman straightened her cloak and hood, beginning to head towards the town. She looked almost like a little thief, herself.
“Uh… right. Listen they’re-“ the woman was already starting ahead. Gisha stepped quickly to keep up. What was with this one? She hardly hesitated to commit her time to Gisha’s plight. “Listen- friend. I really just needed to know if you had seen them. There is no need to put yourself in any danger. These lizard folk were armed before they took my knife.”
When it seemed the woman wouldn’t take no for an answer, Gisha adjusted her makeshift belt. “Um… what do they call you? I’d offer you coin for the trouble, but that was in my satchel as well.”
"Well, you're unarmed, too." The short woman protested. "So it makes sense to handle them with more people." The logic doesn't quite track, but she seems sincere. Even with a knife, this person didn't seem like a fighter, per se.
"My name is Noelle. Noelle Minette. How about you?" She asked, looking at the taller woman from under her hood.
“Gisha… Gisha Hiara” she said plainly. This was all going too well. “It’s a pleasure, Miss Minette.” She didn’t detect a trap or anything particularly insincere going on here, so she kept up. “These fellows… they called themselves entrepreneurs. I didn’t trust them to begin with but they’re definitely crafty. If there’s a pawn shop or a thieves… shop? I suspect they will be there… or the staff will know of them.”
The village was nearby. Dorn was not a large settlement by any means. Perched along the swamplands, the village mostly subsisted on river traders, fishing and the caravans stopping over from the coast, on their way to the inland kingdoms. Today it was… boggy. Humidity hung in the air and it was warm and misty. The old wooden buildings were busy with villagers and a handful of traders. No caravans today.
“Where should we start?” Gisha asked, wary of the eyes upon her. Curse those thieves for taking her cloak.
"Hmm...I think I have an idea." She replies, as she begins to navigate the city. The short woman doesn't seem particularly recognized here, and her layers weren't suited for the muggy day. She wasn't a local.
Even so, she took a deliberate turn down an odd side alley before she gestures to an innocuous door.
"That there. It's a shop that'd buy that sort of stuff. A pawn shop." Or a fence. "I don't know if they'll have your things...but if they don't, they'll have seen them...or have information, I think."
Gisha followed the Noelle, though she wasn’t entirely convinced that they were getting anywhere. They were receiving a lot of looks from people. The swampy village received plenty of travelers, but a succubus and someone dressing mage-like? That was an unusual pair.
Yet upon turning into the alley, Gisha could see Noelle’s point. The rickety storefront wasn’t trying very hard to look legitimate. Crates of strange wares were strewn about behind a small kiosk where a goblin stood out front.
“Should I just… talk? Ask if he’s seen two lizardkin? People get… a little distrustful around me.”
"From my understanding...trust isn't just a currency with the guilds...but something that flows in two opposite directions. You might be distrusted by the locals...but that means they might think you're 'their type' if you catch my meaning. We're not with the guards, after all."
She ponders. "Oh, maybe phrase it like you have a score to settle? It's not technically a lie...and they don't really care where the coin or product comes from, so long as they don't catch any heat. I'll back up whatever you tell them."
Gisha offered a quizzical look. “Their type…?” She looked towards the goblin. The goblin was looking at them. Gisha hardened a little. “Hey… listen here, goblin, I-“
The goblins eyes widened. “You’re the mistress of lust! Foretold by the Goldrock brothers.” He seemed less intimidated and more astonished. The goblin waved his hands excitedly. “They said you might come!”
Gisha tightened, her aura pulsed and her tail whipped. “Do not call me that…” she demanded as the goblin capitulated quite suddenly. He calmed, though he was still smiling. “Aaaah yes… of course. They said- they said you might be angry, so I refused them!” He giggled a little, watching Gisha with great interest. “Demons are bad for business! So they piddled away… staying in a tree on the bog-side.”
“And they still have the stuff they stole from me?”
The goblin shrugged shyly. “Well… I didn’t buy it. They probably still have it, no other fences in town!”
Gisha looked at Noelle, questioningly.
Noelle clears her throat. She'd probably pay for this later.
"A wise decision, peddler, to not meddle in the affairs of demons." She begins; red, demonic-looking marks appearing across her face. "We will return if your information proves inaccurate." It was unclear if this was a threat of violence, or a promise that he'd have to deal with them again.
With that, she swiftly guided Gisha out of the shop, trying to look purposeful until they're out of sight.
"Sorry about that. That was rude of me." She says to Gisha. "I didn't actually expect him to volunteer information, but wanted to cover our bases in case he was lying."
Gisha took a few steps back form the fence proprietor, as the goblin was getting kind of dazed. He swayed there, semi-mesmerized by the succubus, even as they departed.
“Some people are just a little more susceptible to my nature… it loosens the tongue.” She rounded the nearest ramshackle wooden building and faced the swamp. The bog-side was apparently the edge of town that bordered the water, as from these docks they could peer into a misty infinity of dreary mangroves and still water. Gisha moved quietly, unhurriedly, alone the sleepy shoreline, eyeing every tall tree.
“There’s no one in any of these trees” she grumbled, then leveled her gaze out into the bog. There were many more trees out there, all growing out of the water…. And some distant voices carried on the still air. Gisha’s eyes narrowed.
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s tail flicked once as she leaned back up a little. She was wearing an off-white blouse, some leather bracers, grey trousers and… not much else. The knife sheath on her hip was held in place by a cord, not a belt, and it had nothing in it.
“Oh no, these were no traders… I’m looking for a bright orangescale and a his devilhorn friend. They robbed me.”
She tried to keep her demonic aura down, but she allowed a little to get through… just enough charm that this woman might share in a little sympathy.
"What?!" The short woman scrambles to her feet. She also has a knife visible.
"W-Well, we need to track them down, yeah?" Was the aura too much? Or was this woman just that sort of person? "Sh-Should we tell the guard? No...that might cause more problems than it would solve."
It seems she wasn't blind to the prejudice that people like Gisha faced.
"Alright. I'll do my best to help. I guess they were heading this way?"
That was surprising. Gisha hadn’t actually expected to ask the woman for help. “Well… I suppose that’s acceptable. No, I’d rather not tell the guards…. I’m actually a licensed member of the fighters guild, but my badge was in the satchel they stole.”
She stepped back as the smaller woman was standing up. “They were heading into town, but I doubt they’ll stay long. And I’m unarmed.”
Noelle glances down again and notices the knife IS missing from the sheath. Doubtlessly taken with the other things. "I understand. An orangescale and devilhorn that headed into town, huh? Let's see if we can pick up their trail."
With that, the short woman straightened her cloak and hood, beginning to head towards the town. She looked almost like a little thief, herself.
“Uh… right. Listen they’re-“ the woman was already starting ahead. Gisha stepped quickly to keep up. What was with this one? She hardly hesitated to commit her time to Gisha’s plight. “Listen- friend. I really just needed to know if you had seen them. There is no need to put yourself in any danger. These lizard folk were armed before they took my knife.”
When it seemed the woman wouldn’t take no for an answer, Gisha adjusted her makeshift belt. “Um… what do they call you? I’d offer you coin for the trouble, but that was in my satchel as well.”
"Well, you're unarmed, too." The short woman protested. "So it makes sense to handle them with more people." The logic doesn't quite track, but she seems sincere. Even with a knife, this person didn't seem like a fighter, per se.
"My name is Noelle. Noelle Minette. How about you?" She asked, looking at the taller woman from under her hood.
“Gisha… Gisha Hiara” she said plainly. This was all going too well. “It’s a pleasure, Miss Minette.” She didn’t detect a trap or anything particularly insincere going on here, so she kept up. “These fellows… they called themselves entrepreneurs. I didn’t trust them to begin with but they’re definitely crafty. If there’s a pawn shop or a thieves… shop? I suspect they will be there… or the staff will know of them.”
The village was nearby. Dorn was not a large settlement by any means. Perched along the swamplands, the village mostly subsisted on river traders, fishing and the caravans stopping over from the coast, on their way to the inland kingdoms. Today it was… boggy. Humidity hung in the air and it was warm and misty. The old wooden buildings were busy with villagers and a handful of traders. No caravans today.
“Where should we start?” Gisha asked, wary of the eyes upon her. Curse those thieves for taking her cloak.
"Hmm...I think I have an idea." She replies, as she begins to navigate the city. The short woman doesn't seem particularly recognized here, and her layers weren't suited for the muggy day. She wasn't a local.
Even so, she took a deliberate turn down an odd side alley before she gestures to an innocuous door.
"That there. It's a shop that'd buy that sort of stuff. A pawn shop." Or a fence. "I don't know if they'll have your things...but if they don't, they'll have seen them...or have information, I think."
Gisha followed the Noelle, though she wasn’t entirely convinced that they were getting anywhere. They were receiving a lot of looks from people. The swampy village received plenty of travelers, but a succubus and someone dressing mage-like? That was an unusual pair.
Yet upon turning into the alley, Gisha could see Noelle’s point. The rickety storefront wasn’t trying very hard to look legitimate. Crates of strange wares were strewn about behind a small kiosk where a goblin stood out front.
“Should I just… talk? Ask if he’s seen two lizardkin? People get… a little distrustful around me.”
"From my understanding...trust isn't just a currency with the guilds...but something that flows in two opposite directions. You might be distrusted by the locals...but that means they might think you're 'their type' if you catch my meaning. We're not with the guards, after all."
She ponders. "Oh, maybe phrase it like you have a score to settle? It's not technically a lie...and they don't really care where the coin or product comes from, so long as they don't catch any heat. I'll back up whatever you tell them."
Gisha offered a quizzical look. “Their type…?” She looked towards the goblin. The goblin was looking at them. Gisha hardened a little. “Hey… listen here, goblin, I-“
The goblins eyes widened. “You’re the mistress of lust! Foretold by the Goldrock brothers.” He seemed less intimidated and more astonished. The goblin waved his hands excitedly. “They said you might come!”
Gisha tightened, her aura pulsed and her tail whipped. “Do not call me that…” she demanded as the goblin capitulated quite suddenly. He calmed, though he was still smiling. “Aaaah yes… of course. They said- they said you might be angry, so I refused them!” He giggled a little, watching Gisha with great interest. “Demons are bad for business! So they piddled away… staying in a tree on the bog-side.”
“And they still have the stuff they stole from me?”
The goblin shrugged shyly. “Well… I didn’t buy it. They probably still have it, no other fences in town!”
Gisha looked at Noelle, questioningly.
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s tail flicked once as she leaned back up a little. She was wearing an off-white blouse, some leather bracers, grey trousers and… not much else. The knife sheath on her hip was held in place by a cord, not a belt, and it had nothing in it.
“Oh no, these were no traders… I’m looking for a bright orangescale and a his devilhorn friend. They robbed me.”
She tried to keep her demonic aura down, but she allowed a little to get through… just enough charm that this woman might share in a little sympathy.
"What?!" The short woman scrambles to her feet. She also has a knife visible.
"W-Well, we need to track them down, yeah?" Was the aura too much? Or was this woman just that sort of person? "Sh-Should we tell the guard? No...that might cause more problems than it would solve."
It seems she wasn't blind to the prejudice that people like Gisha faced.
"Alright. I'll do my best to help. I guess they were heading this way?"
That was surprising. Gisha hadn’t actually expected to ask the woman for help. “Well… I suppose that’s acceptable. No, I’d rather not tell the guards…. I’m actually a licensed member of the fighters guild, but my badge was in the satchel they stole.”
She stepped back as the smaller woman was standing up. “They were heading into town, but I doubt they’ll stay long. And I’m unarmed.”
Noelle glances down again and notices the knife IS missing from the sheath. Doubtlessly taken with the other things. "I understand. An orangescale and devilhorn that headed into town, huh? Let's see if we can pick up their trail."
With that, the short woman straightened her cloak and hood, beginning to head towards the town. She looked almost like a little thief, herself.
“Uh… right. Listen they’re-“ the woman was already starting ahead. Gisha stepped quickly to keep up. What was with this one? She hardly hesitated to commit her time to Gisha’s plight. “Listen- friend. I really just needed to know if you had seen them. There is no need to put yourself in any danger. These lizard folk were armed before they took my knife.”
When it seemed the woman wouldn’t take no for an answer, Gisha adjusted her makeshift belt. “Um… what do they call you? I’d offer you coin for the trouble, but that was in my satchel as well.”
"Well, you're unarmed, too." The short woman protested. "So it makes sense to handle them with more people." The logic doesn't quite track, but she seems sincere. Even with a knife, this person didn't seem like a fighter, per se.
"My name is Noelle. Noelle Minette. How about you?" She asked, looking at the taller woman from under her hood.
“Gisha… Gisha Hiara” she said plainly. This was all going too well. “It’s a pleasure, Miss Minette.” She didn’t detect a trap or anything particularly insincere going on here, so she kept up. “These fellows… they called themselves entrepreneurs. I didn’t trust them to begin with but they’re definitely crafty. If there’s a pawn shop or a thieves… shop? I suspect they will be there… or the staff will know of them.”
The village was nearby. Dorn was not a large settlement by any means. Perched along the swamplands, the village mostly subsisted on river traders, fishing and the caravans stopping over from the coast, on their way to the inland kingdoms. Today it was… boggy. Humidity hung in the air and it was warm and misty. The old wooden buildings were busy with villagers and a handful of traders. No caravans today.
“Where should we start?” Gisha asked, wary of the eyes upon her. Curse those thieves for taking her cloak.
"Hmm...I think I have an idea." She replies, as she begins to navigate the city. The short woman doesn't seem particularly recognized here, and her layers weren't suited for the muggy day. She wasn't a local.
Even so, she took a deliberate turn down an odd side alley before she gestures to an innocuous door.
"That there. It's a shop that'd buy that sort of stuff. A pawn shop." Or a fence. "I don't know if they'll have your things...but if they don't, they'll have seen them...or have information, I think."
Gisha followed the Noelle, though she wasn’t entirely convinced that they were getting anywhere. They were receiving a lot of looks from people. The swampy village received plenty of travelers, but a succubus and someone dressing mage-like? That was an unusual pair.
Yet upon turning into the alley, Gisha could see Noelle’s point. The rickety storefront wasn’t trying very hard to look legitimate. Crates of strange wares were strewn about behind a small kiosk where a goblin stood out front.
“Should I just… talk? Ask if he’s seen two lizardkin? People get… a little distrustful around me.”
The little boy had tried to be brave but the fireworks were once again getting to him. He would find his mother and buried his head against her as he covered his ears to try and muffle the loud sounds.
Gisha stroked his shoulder. “Come now. Nothing to fear this time. Why don’t you sit with me? I we can read together… or perhaps a puzzle?”
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s tail flicked once as she leaned back up a little. She was wearing an off-white blouse, some leather bracers, grey trousers and… not much else. The knife sheath on her hip was held in place by a cord, not a belt, and it had nothing in it.
“Oh no, these were no traders… I’m looking for a bright orangescale and a his devilhorn friend. They robbed me.”
She tried to keep her demonic aura down, but she allowed a little to get through… just enough charm that this woman might share in a little sympathy.
"What?!" The short woman scrambles to her feet. She also has a knife visible.
"W-Well, we need to track them down, yeah?" Was the aura too much? Or was this woman just that sort of person? "Sh-Should we tell the guard? No...that might cause more problems than it would solve."
It seems she wasn't blind to the prejudice that people like Gisha faced.
"Alright. I'll do my best to help. I guess they were heading this way?"
That was surprising. Gisha hadn’t actually expected to ask the woman for help. “Well… I suppose that’s acceptable. No, I’d rather not tell the guards…. I’m actually a licensed member of the fighters guild, but my badge was in the satchel they stole.”
She stepped back as the smaller woman was standing up. “They were heading into town, but I doubt they’ll stay long. And I’m unarmed.”
Noelle glances down again and notices the knife IS missing from the sheath. Doubtlessly taken with the other things. "I understand. An orangescale and devilhorn that headed into town, huh? Let's see if we can pick up their trail."
With that, the short woman straightened her cloak and hood, beginning to head towards the town. She looked almost like a little thief, herself.
“Uh… right. Listen they’re-“ the woman was already starting ahead. Gisha stepped quickly to keep up. What was with this one? She hardly hesitated to commit her time to Gisha’s plight. “Listen- friend. I really just needed to know if you had seen them. There is no need to put yourself in any danger. These lizard folk were armed before they took my knife.”
When it seemed the woman wouldn’t take no for an answer, Gisha adjusted her makeshift belt. “Um… what do they call you? I’d offer you coin for the trouble, but that was in my satchel as well.”
"Well, you're unarmed, too." The short woman protested. "So it makes sense to handle them with more people." The logic doesn't quite track, but she seems sincere. Even with a knife, this person didn't seem like a fighter, per se.
"My name is Noelle. Noelle Minette. How about you?" She asked, looking at the taller woman from under her hood.
“Gisha… Gisha Hiara” she said plainly. This was all going too well. “It’s a pleasure, Miss Minette.” She didn’t detect a trap or anything particularly insincere going on here, so she kept up. “These fellows… they called themselves entrepreneurs. I didn’t trust them to begin with but they’re definitely crafty. If there’s a pawn shop or a thieves… shop? I suspect they will be there… or the staff will know of them.”
The village was nearby. Dorn was not a large settlement by any means. Perched along the swamplands, the village mostly subsisted on river traders, fishing and the caravans stopping over from the coast, on their way to the inland kingdoms. Today it was… boggy. Humidity hung in the air and it was warm and misty. The old wooden buildings were busy with villagers and a handful of traders. No caravans today.
“Where should we start?” Gisha asked, wary of the eyes upon her. Curse those thieves for taking her cloak.
Jin chases their son around the house, running did not take long after walking.
Nalina lounged. She had done the chasing all morning. “Atta boy…” she sighed.
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s tail flicked once as she leaned back up a little. She was wearing an off-white blouse, some leather bracers, grey trousers and… not much else. The knife sheath on her hip was held in place by a cord, not a belt, and it had nothing in it.
“Oh no, these were no traders… I’m looking for a bright orangescale and a his devilhorn friend. They robbed me.”
She tried to keep her demonic aura down, but she allowed a little to get through… just enough charm that this woman might share in a little sympathy.
"What?!" The short woman scrambles to her feet. She also has a knife visible.
"W-Well, we need to track them down, yeah?" Was the aura too much? Or was this woman just that sort of person? "Sh-Should we tell the guard? No...that might cause more problems than it would solve."
It seems she wasn't blind to the prejudice that people like Gisha faced.
"Alright. I'll do my best to help. I guess they were heading this way?"
That was surprising. Gisha hadn’t actually expected to ask the woman for help. “Well… I suppose that’s acceptable. No, I’d rather not tell the guards…. I’m actually a licensed member of the fighters guild, but my badge was in the satchel they stole.”
She stepped back as the smaller woman was standing up. “They were heading into town, but I doubt they’ll stay long. And I’m unarmed.”
Noelle glances down again and notices the knife IS missing from the sheath. Doubtlessly taken with the other things. "I understand. An orangescale and devilhorn that headed into town, huh? Let's see if we can pick up their trail."
With that, the short woman straightened her cloak and hood, beginning to head towards the town. She looked almost like a little thief, herself.
“Uh… right. Listen they’re-“ the woman was already starting ahead. Gisha stepped quickly to keep up. What was with this one? She hardly hesitated to commit her time to Gisha’s plight. “Listen- friend. I really just needed to know if you had seen them. There is no need to put yourself in any danger. These lizard folk were armed before they took my knife.”
When it seemed the woman wouldn’t take no for an answer, Gisha adjusted her makeshift belt. “Um… what do they call you? I’d offer you coin for the trouble, but that was in my satchel as well.”
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s tail flicked once as she leaned back up a little. She was wearing an off-white blouse, some leather bracers, grey trousers and… not much else. The knife sheath on her hip was held in place by a cord, not a belt, and it had nothing in it.
“Oh no, these were no traders… I’m looking for a bright orangescale and a his devilhorn friend. They robbed me.”
She tried to keep her demonic aura down, but she allowed a little to get through… just enough charm that this woman might share in a little sympathy.
"What?!" The short woman scrambles to her feet. She also has a knife visible.
"W-Well, we need to track them down, yeah?" Was the aura too much? Or was this woman just that sort of person? "Sh-Should we tell the guard? No...that might cause more problems than it would solve."
It seems she wasn't blind to the prejudice that people like Gisha faced.
"Alright. I'll do my best to help. I guess they were heading this way?"
That was surprising. Gisha hadn’t actually expected to ask the woman for help. “Well… I suppose that’s acceptable. No, I’d rather not tell the guards…. I’m actually a licensed member of the fighters guild, but my badge was in the satchel they stole.”
She stepped back as the smaller woman was standing up. “They were heading into town, but I doubt they’ll stay long. And I’m unarmed.”
There was a gentle knock against Noelle’s boot. “Miss? Are you awake…?” Graceful fingers raised the brim of her hood to reveal a woman of pale magenta complexion and dark horns. Her eyes were vivid green, unlike any human in these parts. “How long have you been here? Did you happen to see any lizard folk go by?”
The short woman woke with a start. "Ah! Wh-what?"
She looked around and adjusted her hood before she looked up at the woman over her. "U-umm, lizardfolk? N-not since yesterday. They sometimes pass through with the caravans." She admits.
"Looking for someone in particular?"
Gisha’s tail flicked once as she leaned back up a little. She was wearing an off-white blouse, some leather bracers, grey trousers and… not much else. The knife sheath on her hip was held in place by a cord, not a belt, and it had nothing in it.
“Oh no, these were no traders… I’m looking for a bright orangescale and a his devilhorn friend. They robbed me.”
She tried to keep her demonic aura down, but she allowed a little to get through… just enough charm that this woman might share in a little sympathy.
