Luckily for her, Nilassa thought as the man readied her drink, the weather was poor outside today – and none would raise an eyebrow at her hood, even inside. Well, to be honest, not many would look at her hood twice even on a perfect day these days, what with so many odd people and criminals lurking about.
Today, every tavern in Deoryn had its own fair share of hooded folks as either guild-members, assassins or questionable people even more malicious and wicked than the former. The common people didn’t want any part in that. She raised the mug in thanks after the innkeeper handed her the drink, and turned around.
Now, where was the bastard? She noticed the odd shiv – hidden poorly in the boots of every other moron – and even one or two daggers, but no oddly shaped weapon. Neither someone in a cloak, understandable as it was, by Deoryn, it was hot in here.
It was quite possible that she just couldn’t find him from this view, Nilassa realized, as the fat fella dancing on the round table in the middle of the room practically blocked the entire further end of the tavern. She gulped down the last of her drink, and rose to move toward the other end. As she got around the heavy dancing man, she sat down on one of the stools by the windows.
There were less people here, but still quite enough to blend in without raising suspicions – or so she thought, yet one of the visitors looked straight at her.
As always, thanks for reading, and let’s see who Nilassa will encounter in two weeks!