There wasn't much time left. Especially not if she intended to catch them before the next morning. She was almost flying at her current pace down the cobblestone streets. Her long white hair and black coat trailed behind her in the small breeze she was generating. The rhythmic steps of her boots drew the occasional watcher taken back by the odd appearance of what appeared to be a militarized twelve year old with unnatural hair and eye color. That...was more or less true, but the scowl on her face and the rapid pace ensured no one interfered with her. She was often seen trailing behind Nathaniel, so most individuals knew to let her go about her business.
Tonight was different. This operation wasn't planned out in advance, or even conferred with Nathaniel. He had left to handle something with the Shadovar, leaving her in command of this base. Granted...her command stretched only to her, but that was why she was now hunting for sellsword. Ones without scruples, who might end up turning on her actually. when you're hiring someone to kill civilians, they most likely won't care about turning on their employer. However, people typically underestimated the twelve year old.
There was a traveling caravan of gypsies that had stopped in the square for a few days to make some coin before departing. She'd only stumbled upon it this afternoon, and was half-thinking about wandering in the mobile bazaar-circus. Until she seen what kind of gypsies they were. Elves. The very thought that the foul creatures had been roaming Ea unchecked for generations, swindling honest humans of their money and valuables. they had no right to be in this city, her city. they didn't even deserve to foul the grounds they touched. Tonight she'd make certain their polluted blood was drained into the ground, a necessary poison to rid this world of its cancer.
Stopping in front of the Drital Qu'ellar pub, Skertin took a few moments to compose herself. Brushing a few locks of the silver-white hair that'd fallen lose, she examined her cap a little. Dusting off the few hairs that'd come off and took away from the coal-black of it, she exhaled onto the death's head symbol on it before wiping it with her shirt's sleeve to make it a little more clean. Putting the cap back on with a slight tug to secure it, she looked down at her long coat, unbuttoned the five silver bits that ran from a few inches below her neck to just above her waist. She had a feeling she might have to instill her prescience with force, guessing from the raucous noise from inside.
Resting her hand against the door for a moment, her small hand wrapped around the cast-iron handle before swinging the heavy object open and becoming illuminated by the orange-yellow light of flames from inside. The wave of heat made her skin bristle, and she suppressed a shudder from the change in temperatures. Skertin's violet eyes squinted slightly, the vertical pupils narrowing into slivers from the amount of light she was being bombarded with.
The few nearest patrons turned before nudging their comrades and opponents to snicker at the lost girl. While odd looking, not unusual compared to others in here. Her age was unique, it marked her as a target given her relative size. Only dangerous to hobbits, or so they thought.
With a disciplined resolution she walked to the nearest table with an empty chair and stood up on it. The slightly odd occurrence having drawn nearly everyone's attention as she stared back. Her cold eyes a mask for the internal nauseous wave of emotions she was picking up. So many wonderfully negative things her. Hate, desire, envy, fear. It was such a potent cocktail she paused for a second before being certain she could speak without spewing out gibberish.
"Patrons of Sin! I require a number of you willing to follow me and turn this night into hell for the innocent! You're guaranteed fifty gold pieces a head, and looting rights for whatever there is on our target. and it is indeed a large a one."
All there was, for what seemed like a lifetime to Skertin, was silence. A breath before accepting her offer? turning away? Or would they all just start laughing and jeering?
If it came down to it, she'd break the necks of the human and orc two feet away before stabbing their third companion in the eye with a piece of silverware he'd yet to use. It'd start a fight for certain, but she wasn't one to let others think her a mere, useless child.
(Alice you'll have to forgive me if its not long I am a bit rusty)
Galdar had not been welcome in Lomedor these pitful humans had no liking for his kind. THe same was with him he hated them more than anything. Of course he hated anythign that wasn't of his honorable race or either served the Chaos and the Darkness. They let him though though no matter what he was. HE had walked up the streets and people had moved fast to get out of his way. HE wish they hadn't he felt the urge for blood raise up in him at the mere sight. HE only wished he had hsi minatour army with him or he would have started attackign already.
HE was not afraid to do it alone but he would not survive if he did attack. Better to save yourself for the next task. HE had come here for one reason to see the famous pub and to try their drink and if he was lucky get in a fight. Not much honor it but any honor at all was good for him. His duty was to slay all those who did not serve his masters. HE woudl do that in the end but for now he wanetd a drink. HE walked into the pup and the people in there welcomed him as if he was a brother. These people were his kind of crowd the lowest of the low. Servants of a dark master. He sat down at the a table and unhooked the two handed sword from his back and set it aside.
He then ordered a drink and waited to see if any fun would start. It came but in a form he had not expected a girl she looked young but she had the look of experience about her. He listned to her offer and smiled this girl obviously was either crazy or brave. When no one rose Galdar was suprised they obviously did not take her seriously. He rose himself and hooked hsi sword to his back and walked over to the girl. He towered over her but she did not seem afraid. He said," I will go, a slaughter of the innocent will do me good, I have not been to a blood bath in a long time".