The morning had progressed, as usual, without mishap. The pale woman glanced around the inhabited area. She wasn’t fond of being around so many people, but she was sure she could live with it for a little while. This was Reajh. Like any land, it was secretly torn with political squabbles and twisted plots - though a gleaming mask it wore like no other. A place like this spawned anarchy and backstabbing maniacs. It was just her kind of place. As an assassin, this breeding ground for murder and shattered alliances would profit her more than it would her clients. So caught up in their own greed, it wouldn’t matter anyway.
She maneuvered her way through the bustle of people. The large chestnut horse followed her, ears pinned against his skull. He was a sour beast, and she half wondered why she put up with him. She heard him snort irritably, followed by an indignant, frightened cry of nervousness from a woman. Lyanalyn turned around to see her horse’s large hoof on the foot of a very large man. The woman beside him was squeaking with fear as the chestnut stared at the man. They were quite a match, horse and man. But now was not the time. Lyanalyn grabbed hold of the reins and offered the man an apologetic nod.
“Forgive him,� she muttered. “He’s stupid.� she tugged on the reins and the belligerent horse moved, stepping off the fellow’s foot. The gigantic man grunted, but the assassin paid him no heed. She walked forward, her hand looped around the reins as the chestnut followed. Annoyed with the beast, Lyanalyn glanced around. No one else seemed to notice this little scene. Good.
They walked further into the city. Lyanalyn dropped the hood of her cloak so she could see â€" and be seen. The pale planes of her face reflected the sun like snow. Severe grey eyes glanced mercilessly around. This woman commanded a formidable appearance. Black hair was swept off her face, the deep red highlights burnished in the midday sun. The falchion at her hip was bereft of her guarding hand, a strange occurrence. She ran ring clad fingers through obsidian coils, glancing about. First, she needed to put up residence in a local Inn. Then…she had to get down to work.
