«Give it up? Mother? Are you crazy? This is my dream! To kill maverikko would be the ultimate desert topping on the cradle of my tomb!»
«And a tomb it will be. Even before getting close you will be filled with the aura of a thousand mordecai. You know that. You will only get one shot and you suck at shooting. Its only because of your damned luck you have lived for as long as you have.»
Heh. The old bitch had been ranting as usual, but it was true. He sucked at shooting with both crossbow and gun. Somehow next month when the current patron would show his face to the people of connlaoth he would have to discover a way to make his aim perfect and true. Wandering down the market squares in his brothel dress, This was just an usual adverticing job. He radiated that beautifull feminine grace, easy to copy when your line of work was prostitution. He had cards. Mostly for men but somehow a few women might lure themselves in to get cheap trills for a few silver.
Especially here in Connlaoth's main capital Reajh. «Come by anytime.» He waved away a noble he had just given the card too. Kissing him farewell and thanking him for the conversation. The getup hid his gender well and changeing his voice without magic was no small feat but by now he was used to the feminine role.
Eddie had played around with this kind of female persona before so he had over 30 years of recent experience behind it. Even going so far as to eat the rare but affordable Mademoiselle fruit, a fruit that changed the hormone balance in the body and by doing that he had every right to the intimidating bust and squarely feminine ass that earned him more than just a few onlookers where he walked. Blonde hair and blue eyes, the ultimate white cream dream.
The Jeweler, a decent informant on the squabbles of nobility. Feeling inclined to ask for any new gossip he started heading over there his gaze crossing that of Aislinn Brand, her family known merchants, his mind screamed opportunity the second their looks crossed each others.
Perhaps not the best clothes to start a conversation. He was wearing rather extravagant clothing, she was wearing more practical stuff but he had no opportunity to change and there she was. Perhaps if he changed clothes later and befriended her then but introduced himself now. After all the brothel was rather huge. He shut the oriental fan, hiding the visitor cards within.
«Oh, Aislin Brand was a pleasant suprise.» His voice acted quicker than the mind could precieve, a plan already took shape. The curtsey he made was the sign of equality. That they where about equal in the political world. Both still lambs benefiting from their herd.
Had he gone deeper her interest would probably barely have been piqued but now he would have her attention. «forgive me, the name is Bella Vouline'Vil, I have just arrived home after studying abroad. This meeting must be fate.» he giggled, small and feminine as if he had just told a joke. After all most connloathians didnt believe in fate.
The Vouline'Vil family, owners of the most successfull brothel chain. Blessed by the visits of many a old and young noble, they basically screamed with political power. Yet it was all a cover for transporting refugee mages and offering them jobs or helping them escape to various covens.
They would probably scold him if he ever let the family know he used the name as he saw fit to get what he wanted. Maybe she had connections to someone who could teach him to use a rifle properly. Perhaps he could even buy one from them. How fitting Maverikko dead from a quality rifle brought of his own gun merchant noble.
(ooc: it could be better but im writing from the army computer so i dont really have time to duble edit and look trough more than once.)
