Sam - Stable, Tavern - Western Town
Interaction with - Rick (@Dragonclaw101)
The crowd thinned out a little as Sam made her way to what she thought was the Tavern, walking quickly and with a purpose. While the look on her face wasn't unfriendly, approaching her wouldn't have been easy for a normal townsperson. She hooked her thumbs on the top of her corset and let her arms relax, letting herself take a breath and calm down.
The past couple days had been pretty jarring. It was like she hadn't had any time to just
breathe. First the escape had happened, and Sam decided that she'd have better luck hunting her quarry without a party being her, so she escaped, too. It hadn't been hard- her magic made it too easy, in fact, and Varien had been her typical mount when she went places so he'd trusted her and stealing him was easy.
Now she was looking for the other person keeping her from high-Beta position. When she brought her head back to the Guildmaster she had a feeling he wouldn't be too upset at her for leaving in the first place- climbing the ranks had to happen somehow, even if it meant unconventional methods, even for the Assassin's guild. But Sam still had this weird twist in her gut- anxiety over being caught? Maybe she was nervous to fight her when she caught her.
I'm probably just tired. She thought to herself. She turned a corner and caught of glimpse of the hanging Tavern sign, but had the urge to look around at her surroundings before trapping herself in the building.
She stood in the midst of the thinning crowd, glimpsing at every rooftop, taking in the street corners and alleyways that she could see, and by force of habit her hands rested on the crystal white pommel of Licht and the obsidian black pommel of Schatten. Her two daggers were like security blankets as a little shoot of panic stabbed into her chest when she thought she spotted someone familiar.
Calm down, calm down. They're just another townsperson. You need to sleep, thats your problem. Now hurry up and get inside. She closed her eyes and shook her head a bit, keeping herself awake, and then walked up the tavern stairs and opened the large, dented, stained oak door with a big sign that said "The Tankard" on it.
How original.
When she stepped in, a bunch of different smells made her stomach grumble loudly, probably in earshot of the people on the table next to the door. This didn't bother her- she was too distracted by the smell of food and made her way to the bar, pulling a stool out from under it and plopping down like she hadn't sit in ages. Her rump was sore from riding for days straight, probably as was Varien's back, and it had been last morning since she'd eaten since she'd been tracking and didn't want to loose her prey's trail.
"What can I get you, sweetie?" The bartender was an older woman, muscular and hardened by time but with big, kind brown eyes and dark red hair tied up in a messy bun. Sam let out a breath and braced her head up on the bar with the palms of her hands, supporting herself with her elbows against the wood.
"Uhhh- a bottle of mead sounds pretty good right about now. And- what is it they're eating? Can I have some of that?" She smiled to the bartender and let her shoulders relax, but even though she looked like she'd calmed down warning bells were going off in her head.
I should watch the door. She thought to herself, not breaking eye contact with the other woman but adjusting her hips on the seat so when she sat up, she'd be looking towards the door.
When the bartender left to get her order, she glanced around the room, taking in possible entryways/exits, sizing up the people at the tables, already planning how she'd take them out if things soured. Her peripheral vision was blocked partly by her dark red hood, so she slid it off her head. Her dark hair was dirty, caked with mud in some places, and in a low braid the reached down past the seat of her barstool. Her face was grimy and sweaty, her lips were chapped, but her eyes were bright and alert, looking over the room occasionally for anything that looked suspicious.
I am so sorry this is so long
