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One strike for Casimir for not responding to the Mission in time. Once everyone has replied once more after my response, Prt. 2 will begin in the City of Ble!

Amethyst eyes blinked slightly a she watched a hand blade fly across the room and hitting the boards behind the barkeep’s face. She couldn’t help but give a hand muffled lap. Of course one could say the situation was scary, but in the end it was all fun and games to certain people. Her attention returned to the re head who threw the blade and watched him hand her a piece of paper as he said his words. Sanibelle returned a small nod and took the crumpled paper. “Casimir Marinov, Anise Agnelius, Raziel Delair, and Ignatius Orivien have responded to the mission of escort. Well then…my father is extremely protective of me isn’t he? I thought I’d be getting one or maybe two, but four is just as good!” A smile crossed her lips as she folded up the paper gently.

Before she said anything else to the red headed man, her ears turned her head to the obviously drunk older male. ”Yes, it would appear so. Why else would anyone be here out all places?” The young blonde woman just scoffed as she stood up again, placing the piece of paper into a small pouch.

“Says the man who is drinking at such a wonderful early hour, Ignatius” she smirked stretching her arms above her head, guessing his name by its meaning. His name obviously fit his stature and presence if she was correct. After her words to him, she gave him no more of her attention. “You must be Anise then?” Words cascaded off pink lips towards the other female. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Sanibelle just flashed her a gentle smile. The young woman knew Anise was slightly younger than her by her facial features and how she presented herself. Of course as another woman, she wouldn’t question anything of the sort seeing it was engrained in the women’s code of honor to not ask about age. If anything, Anise was a clan member and Sanibelle was not, which made her respect the younger woman more.

Sanibelle looked around at her four escorts once more. Never had she seen such different looking people in personality and appearance. Even though Anise was smaller than her, Sanibelle still felt weak. Their strength and power exuded from them in a thick fog making her feel vulnerable yet protected. “Well…my name is Sanibelle Greenwood. I thank you for taking your time to escort me through the city! I hope this will go quickly so you may all go on your merry way. But we must hurry...the meeting is happening soon, so please, follow me.” She pivoted her feet and walked out into the bustling street. Vendors and clients were already there. In the letter, she was told Leonard would meet her at his station closest to the food stands which were easily found by their smell.

Roasted meats, fresh fish and vegetables along with stench of cigarette smoke, melting metal and alcohol swirled through the throngs of early market people. After a good ten minute search and struggle to make it through the crowds, Sanibelle finally made it to the stand. “Good morning, Mr. Oswald, I hope I was making you wait too long,” she smiled giving the older man a small curtsy. Mr. Oswald, being played by Leonard Scurlly, gave a toothy fake smile and dipped his head in response.

“Good morning Ms. Greenwood, I’m glad you were able to make it,” he replied with a deep, grungy voice. “I have some furs and leathers for you to look at, and I hope we can become business partners.” His eyes glanced over the young woman in front of him. They looked at her beautiful, angelic face to her slim collar bone, to her ample breasts being held in by a cream and gold bustier. Leonard’s mind swirled with excitement, glad that the table in front of him was hiding his other excited spot. He always had a spot in his heart for blonde women, but Sanibelle Greenwood was a whole other class. His body tingled as he imagined the things he’d do to that creamy white skin and exquisite female figure. Of course he had to be careful. She had four escorts but at the moment, he wanted her and he would get her not for the market of course, but for his own personal collection of forced brides and sex dolls. Leonard glanced at eight men whom were his own body guards, telling them to stand close to the four escorts in case something happened.

Sanibelle’s soft voice broke his concentration on his plan to kidnap her. “I will gladly take a look.” His eyes watched as her pale hands gloss over the furs and leathers, only imaging what they’d feel like on his 68 year old body. Those delicate fingers ghosting over his hairy chest and wrinkly skin. Despite being almost 70, Leonard was fit and muscular but of course he had the attributes of old age in his skin and hair. He still could outrun some of the younger men in his group, and his sexual libido was the same as he was 20. Aggressive and wild. “Mr. Oswald….what kind of furs and leather did you say these were from?”

“Wild boar and beaver. Why do you ask?” Amethyst eyes looked at the furs and leathers carefully, trained hands feeling the textures. They were off. The fur of the boar and beaver was too soft and the leather too thin. If anything, they felt like the leather of a baby goat and the fur of a Burunduki. Not only was the texture off, but the coloration of each piece.

“You’re lying to me, Mr. Oswald….”

“Excuse me?” Leonard furrowed his eye brows for a minute before he realized a horrid mistake. Sanibelle Greenwood was a trained seamstress in expensive fabrics such as furs and leathers which was unbeknownst to him. After Leonard killed Mr. Oswald, he was able to take the look and persona but not the knowledge his victim had which he didn’t account for. “You must be mistaken, Ms. Greenwood, these furs and leathers are exactly what I said they were.”

“Really? Because the last time I checked, Beaver fur wasn’t multicolored with tan, white and black striped like Burunduki. Beaver has a wiry top coat with softer two under layers and is brown in color. As for the leather, it’s too thin and light to be boar. It feels more like goat than anything else. I’m sorry but I refuse to do business with a man who does not know his materials.” Before Sanibelle could fully pivot away from the table, Leonard gripped her arm and roughly turned her body towards him once. In a quick movement of frustration and show of power, Leonard sliced the skin of Sanibelle’s jaw line. Blood dropped to the ground as she screamed in pain as her sensitive skin ripped open. Leonard dropped his small blade and gripped Sanibelle by her neck and chin tightly, similar to the barkeep.

“A woman like you should know you fucking place.” His breath reeked making Sanibelle’s amethyst eyes sting. He threw her onto the dirt ground making a small patch of lavender wrapped in a cotton swatch fall from in between her shirt and skin. It was used to calm her nerves and cover any nervous sweaty smell. “You’re mine!” Leonard grabbed her tightly before tying her arms tightly behind her back. “As for you four!” he huffed angrily. “Chase me, she dies! Do you understand?” Leonard yanked Sanibelle’s hair once more bringing her to her feet. “No one turns their back on Leonard Scurlly!”

Sanibelle could feel the burn of the cut, blood dripping down her neck and staining her clothing. Some of her hair had fallen out due to the force it was pulled on. The rope chaffed her skin, making small open wounds because of how tight they were tied. She was dragged to secluded area, but her body was going into shock and exhaustion just from the previous events. Her mind became black. Leonard threw her body into a wood carriage with a nurse and locked the door quickly before he entered a similar carriage to throw off her escorts. Soon enough the hooves of four Friesian horses were heard running over the carts of other vendors and quickly moving. Once Leonard’s men notice their boss leave, they dispersed through the crowd leaving the escorts without their client.

RAZIEL DELAIR - IGNATIUS ORIVIEN - ANISE AGNELIUS - CASIMIR MARINOV


Friesian Horse