Tracking the Lost (Clarissa) Aug 8, 2011 13:42:25 GMT -5
Post by †Kazira Astras† on Aug 8, 2011 13:42:25 GMT -5
Kazira sat across from Lord Mauntell her right ankle crossed over her right knee. It wasn’t the most lady like of poses but she was comfortable. For the meeting that day she had decided to wear a burgundy top with white sleeves that rested off her shoulders and ran under her leather arm guards at her wrists a linen cream skirt with slit up the sides that showed her black pants and boots. And at this point in the meeting being comfortable was the least of her worries... she wasn’t too fond of keeping up appearances when she was on the verge of igniting the room on fire. She was at her wits end with this man. He was arrogant, as most were that hired her, and just plain cocky. She’s seen roosters more humble than him before their deaths. Moros laid next to her listening to the transaction between them. The man wanted his friend to retrieve some stolen gold and other important trinkets from a local thief that has seemed to become rather prominent within Albion. The only thing that they weren’t telling her was a name.
“Alright. So you want me to hunt down this nameless ‘fiend’ retrieve your treasures and what…kill them not kill them. Bring back their heads. Drop their bodies in the river. What do you want me to do?”
Kazira was as patient as a four year when it came to people not willing to give the right information for her to do her job. She’s turned down better jobs just because they wouldn’t give her the name of the target. She didn’t work blind. She only needed a name. She would take it from there unless they had other plans of course. She was a sword for hire obviously. And if this was a child she would come back and chop their hands off. She had morals whether some wanted to believe it or not.
“We would like you to bring her…”
“Yes,” He tapped his half bald head with a handkerchief under her fierce glare. No one had mentioned this thief being a woman. They were worse than men most of the time. More vicious in a fight if cornered. She should know. “She has taken some large amounts of gold and several of our family heirlooms. We need you to retrieve them.”
She growled and slammed her hands on the table as she stood up sending her chair clattering to the floor. They had been at the desk for over an hour, him and his little advisor (or whatever the skittish man was), dancing around her questions like they didn’t matter. And she was through with it. She was going to get her answers and she was going to get them now. “Enough! You have danced around every question for the past hour and only now am I getting a gender and a better description of what she took. So now you Lord Mauntell and your little skittish sidekick over there are going to tell me what her name is. I could have really cared less about the history of your family and all of the other rubbish you’ve been feeding me,”
She straightened. “I told you when you approached me that I needed a name, description, and what you needed done. And depending on what it is I’ll set my price. At this rate I will charge you for my arse sitting in that chair!”
Moros had jumped up and stood paws out stretched and teethed barred. A low growl was emitting from his chest. He was rather upset with the stalling that the man before them was attempting as well. Especially since he seemed to think that Kazira had no idea that they were attempting to do so. “So tell me my lord if you were attempting to waste my time with the entire idle chat. Mind telling me what were you hoping to accomplish? That I would be a quit roll in the hay?”
Moros’ growl rose and Mauntell began sweat and shook his head denying the accusation profusely while in doing so admitting his own guilt.
Kazira placed a calming hand on her friends back and stroked the hair down. “Calm. Calma mi Moros.”
She looked at the men her eyes still fiercely angry while her facial features had returned to their neutral state. “Now,”
She stated as she sat on the table her arms crossed. “Do you mind telling me who I will be hunting?”
The men nodded, “Cl...Clarissa Lockwood.”
She blinked her eyes in confusion,"...Who?"
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