OOC: Going to refer to Awari as Maar in this thread, since she's in that form, unless she somehow reveals her identity or your character figures it out.
IC:
Maar stood on the opposite side of a table in front of her employer. The barrel chested man with broad shoulders and a sharp, green gaze peered down at her with a look that mixed with curiosity and disbelief.
"Well?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.
The fae had been travelling all night to arrive here, having just arrived that very morning. She had been granted the grace to change and eat before being presented to Dans Morindo, which was a thoughtful gesture; she had been famished. She braided her curly hair. The man had extra clothes that fit her from when his daughter was around her height. The fae was pleased with the borrowed clothing; loose, dark pants, a loose white blouse, white fur for her collar, straps to hold the sleeves down, a wide belt in place of an under-bust.
Despite his generosity, however, he was beginning to annoy her.
"You're just a child," he muttered, confused.
Maar rolled her eyes as she explained for the umpteenth time that she was a fae; there was no need for him to be so flabbergasted by her appearance. The man nodded and gave her the terms of their agreement: protect him at all costs and she'd get rewarded richly. Bonus if she could reveal the identity of any assassin's employers and get proof. Morindo certainly did know how to grab people's attention that way; that was probably why so many others considered him dangerous. Though the country allowed for free speech, there was still so many that were oppressed, whose voices were silenced. The man was part of a rebel organization that wished to fight against the treatment of mages, but he wasn't without his enemies. Thankfully, he also wasn't lacking in ears, spies who managed to confirm that there were assassins after him. It was especially crucial she was there that night, for an important meeting was to happen, that night.
Normally, Maar never played body guard, and certainly not in the iron infested cities of Connlaoth. She took precautions, such as wearing gloves and boots and taking her potion, but the stench was still there. No, she had came because she had been interested in the situation and because it meant doing some new, for a change.
After their meeting was over, Morindo had dismissed Maar, allowing her the privileged of exploring his huge manor.This was good; she needed to be able to be familiar with this place if she might need to fight. Of course, the man's servants were aware of her presence, but they had been told in before hand that she was his niece coming to visit, which seemed to encourage them to constantly offer her sweets.
Wasting no time in taking advantage of both, Maar was now happily strolling down one of the manor's halls with a honey bun in her hands, observing where the lights cast shadows with a mischievous grin on her face.