From the very first step into this country, you had to be careful. Why? Well, let's just say that he Essyrnians had some funny ideas about women. It wasn't as open a place as Serendipity, so certain things would grab their attention and make them grumble. They might not approve if a lady had a profession that one would normally see in a man. Now, ordinarily, Rena would not care for two reasons. Number One, she was a foreigner, and her lifestyle was not any business of anyone from this country. If she wanted to wear the pants in her family and swing a big sword, that was down to her. And number two, no one in this world could force her to change, not with all the things that had happened in her life.
However, in this case, she took certain precautions
because what she was in town for was incredibly important, and highly...rebellious, vis-a-vis the laws and courtesies of the Great Shah's rule and personal property. To wit, she would be breaking in. That alone was problematic.
Now, factor in that anybody noticing
in this country that she was a woman with armor and a bigass sword would draw way too much attention. She'd never be able to pull it off if anybody got wind of her presence early. That was why Rena had invested in a nice obscuring desert cloak, and cloth bag with a padded bottom and a rope tie to conceal Spark, her sword. It was in this manner that she entered the country, traveled quietly along a caravan, and came to Essyrn itself.
She waited for night, and then scaled the walls with rope and agility to get up quickly and - to a degree - quietly. Currently, she was in armor, in desert cloak, and in sandals tied to her plate boots. Why sandals? Because it's alot easier to sneak around if your feet aren't going
Clank, Clank, Clank! Night patrol of the Shah's palace was regular, but not with the greatest of attention, as their strict movements were more to keep themselves awake than necessarily keep a perfect watch. It was late, gods-dammit, and guarding a palace is hard! Now, it was her time to
shine. Getting rid of the rope, Rena leapt quickly from the patrolled wall to the uneven stone areas that lay between this wall and a much taller one. A
normal person would have to take the stairs. Not Rena, who hopped her way up like some sort of mountain goat on speed.
Her quickness and agility delivered her to the bottom of the next wall, at an inverted corner, where she used her momentum to hop from wall to wall, although to be
fair, it wasn't 100% the elven agility doing it. We must lend credit to her training towards these things, and also he fact that the tip of her plate boots chipped into the stone walls a bit to add to her cling and movement on upwards and over. She flipped onto the high wall and into a crouch. Her sword umm...clinked against said wall.
"Aw crap."
Quickly running to a spot where there was cylindrical-shaped jutting part of the palace next to a
different high wall, Rena jumped up and pressed against those two walls to get off the ground, and allow the inevitable guards coming have their look around, find nothing, and wander off. That was close... They were more attentive than she thought. If she blew this too early, there could be a small army of guards on her, and while she could probably
handle alot of guards, it wasn't the best of actions. However, she soon found an entrance proper that led to some of the lower reaches of the palace, specifically their dungeons, where this woman she was looking for - Natah - was being held. She had essentially been hired to free her, by someone who said she was being tapped for mana. Of course, once she looked through the cell's door slot...
"Oh gods... They're
actually tapping it."
...she found out that it was a literal action. This could be...difficult.