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This is beginning to turn into one confusing cesspool of misinformation. She made a note to remind herself to have a small chat with the job registry cause in the eyes of the young woman as she stared at them passively masking the critical eye she tossed at every single one of them. There’s an obvious case of misinformation here...

Shouldn’t the lady who hired them know they were meeting here? All those questions little answers came to relieve the pounding queries running into her inquisitive brain. She sighed softly, dropping her gaze away from her supposed teammates it made its way towards the red head taking the lead to speak on their behalf. “All I was given was a notice to meet someone here for a supposed escort group.” She answered softly minding the manners fact as so heavily pounded into her from childhood.

Brother often reminded her to watch manners in the face of potential clients. She was now rethinking the whole phrase in those words still she kept her mouth shut from being too blunt with them. It wouldn’t doo—Her head turned towards the single man garbed in red, her eyebrow immediately arched up in under no obvious reason was she enjoying this now. A clanmans... there was another red member in this group. How did she know? You find yourself asking the similar question most would unless they already marked her as a psychic which in clarify she would rather not be. She saw him, hanging around the compound on certain days. Her presence wasn’t one of notability other than being the child sibling of their current king. She felt another migraine budding...

If her brother finds of she willingly took a job that involves a clear fine print of combat being involve. Let’s just say the results wont be too pleasant. She finds that as a risk now that she saw him, well for once she’s hoping lady luck wouldn’t abandon her since she was mindful enough to cover her clan mark with bandages on her ankle. She forced her head to glance back at the fleeting blonde then towards the boisterous bartender until he was ‘kindly’ quieted down by the red headed gentleman. “Nice aim, though a little lower would have traumatized him enough.” She commented, ignoring how it looked foreign coming from the mouth of such an innocent looking child. If she was in this group...well she might as well make it known that she knew how to take care of herself.

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She was late wasn’t she? She glanced at the clock at every interval of a second while rushing through the darkened early mornings. Still three hours till she needed to be there, there was a rare moment of excitement in her causing the rise of early morning butterflies fluttering inside her stomach. Making her slightly queasy at the mere offer of food, how could she not be excited, today she can finally stop practicing in secret for fear of her brother throwing a fit,

She finally found someone her brother would be comfortable in honing her knowledge in swordsmanship. They agreed long ago this place was no place to go around unharmed or without the proper knowledge of self defense, she knew how to fight her main concern was... her main weaponry she still needed guidance of an expert when it came to how her stance should be and the force that needed to be calculated for each attack.

Luckily there was one such person whom her brother trusted as a partner. That was Ryune, imagine Anise’s surprise when he actually agreed to the request knowing that woman weren’t that looked upon as fighters she aimed to put a dent on that belief... at least to the best of her capabilities, light simmered in tiny flecks from the rising sun, breaking through the cries of the crickets hiding in the thick tall grass as she sped her way towards the outskirts of the dilapidated city. It saddened her you could say, to see just how far corruption can kill a city, there were ways to improve Piros, if only those in the higher seats would stop staring at their hides and actually do something about it.

Not that she should be saying those things, she could have helped but the child contended herself by being a mere observer in a land riddled to the core with lies and deceit. She was not as innocent as her brother liked to believe not when having traversed through the darker sides of societies for god knows how long.

It was still at the break of dawn when she arrived, by now the sun was half way risen, orange hues of morning dawn glinted at the tiny specks of dew laden on the leaves a fresh stream of breeze blew from the northern route carrying the mixed aroma of the surrounding forestry and the earthy scent of dirt mixed into it. She sighed softly, bending a bit to touch her knees as she gasped out of breath from the sudden sprint. Still early, she scanned the area, turning her sharp eyes at each corners to try and sense a presence. There wasn’t, and there was no need for her to use her abilities either. It’s at that moment she finally felt the weight of the object strapped on her back, wrapped in a beige clothe and two feet taller than the small girl bearing its weight. A spear weapon, or a halberd? She hadn’t really intended to show this to anyone but oh well its bring your weapon he said and she did didn’t she? Forcing her body back up, she started to look for a perch, anywhere to sit and wait for dear old teacher to appear, and she found just that. A boulder nestled close to a large aging tree withered by age just like the town it’s neighboring with. She moved towards it, her feet crunched the earth as she sat behind the large rock. Now to wait...

She didn’t need to wait for too long when she heard the familiar heavy steps of the man whom... was often tormented by the sight of the paperwork being tossed at them. More so now that their blacksmith disappeared, why she hadn’t told him she found the little air-headed fox, well the man would outright slaughter everyone in that lilla if she spoke of it. Lifting her head to peer from outside the protective shield of the boulder she spotted him. “I’m not late!” She called to him, moving out from the boulder.

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