For the second time in her 23 years, Shahara Dahgan was alone, in a country she had never been to...and having to start over. The several weeks journey from Mijak had given her too much time to think of everything that happened. It was like the life she had carved out for herself was all of a sudden, gone. Along with her Sect, the closest thing she had to family. Now here she was, sitting in a tiny inn off the coast of Serendipity. Grateful at least for the shower and new clothes she had acquired, this place was so much colder than Mijak. She missed the dry heat of Et-Annarion already. Thankfully the tiny coastal town was so varied in the languages spoken and the people passing through that she didn't stand out much. The young woman pushed her food around her plate, trying to work up the appetite to eat. Shahara thought she would be starving after weeks of disgusting salted pork and dry biscuit. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of the stuff. Thankfully she had been left alone on the ship, the sailors were well travelled enough to know the blades she carried and the braid in her hair. None of them were stupid enough to test the water.
The Aathjhaka sighed and pushed her plate away from her and glanced around the bottom floor of the inn were the bar was situated and the food was served. No one of note was around. The barmaid looked frankly bored and two men were nursing mugs of ale, whispering amongst themselves like a pair of gossiping fishwives. She had yet to notice any followers from the Cobra's legion but perhaps they would not deign themselves to come out this far. Again why Kyrian split everyone up, harder to track them all down. Shahara sipped the last of her tea before leaving her table, adjusting her teal scarf closer around her neck and heading towards the bar to pay her bill. She caught the barmaid's attention without saying anything and noticed the young woman looking her over, the dark skin, almost white blonde hair and kohl outlined yellow-gold eyes made an interesting combination. Although she did have to think before she spoke in heavily accented common.
"I believe this settles it." Shahara placed the coins down on the bar, the barmaid paused before taking them.
"You look like you came a long way."
The Aathjhaka shrugged. "What can I say? Khalihera has a..." there was a pause while she felt for the right word. "Unique, sense of humour. Tell me, how far to the nearest city?"
She needed to be somewhere well occupied, just incase pursuers had come after her. Somewhere she could blend at least relatively well for the mean time.