A statuesque brunette made her way through the village, clearly on her way to the temple. She maintained her disguise for a number of reasons, not the least of which being that it was far less obtrusive than her preferred appearance. Nobody glanced twice at the lady, who appeared about twenty years of age. She smiled, obviously enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin, which was a ghostly shade of white. Not too long before she'd turn the colour of a tomato.
She walked with an air of complete and utter confidence, her eyes never wavering, her stride long and smooth, her shoulders perfectly squared. This was a woman on a mission, to be sure.
As soon as she was inside the temple, she nearly collapsed. Her knees trembled, finally showing the weakness she'd felt since she left Connaloth. "Never again," she muttered, a wry smile on her lips. "No more jobs in Connaloth, he's not there."
From her small pack, she withdrew a box, about six inches long, three inches wide, filled with soft bits of leaves, dandelion fluff, and cloth. She smiled sadly at the box before putting it back into her pack.
Not wishing to disturb anyone else, as her eyes adjusted to the shade she moved to sit near a wall and contemplate her next move. She needed another job. Hell, she needed a lot of other jobs. At least she was safe here for the time being.