One For The Road (solo)

[BlackAndBlueEyes]

One For The Road


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I'm not the kinda girl to get messed up with you, hello.
I'ma let you try to convince me to, hello.
It's alright, I'm getting dizzy, just enjoy the party.
It's OK with me if you don't have that much to say, hey.
Kinda like this game but there's something you should know.
I just came to say hello.

-Martin Solveig feat. Dragonette, Hello

This quest takes place after a bunch of other quests that will never come to pass. Namely, everything I've ever started to write over the past two or three years. It is essentially a prologue for a character reboot in Alerar.

[BlackAndBlueEyes]

It took only one hi-heeled step through the front door to be bombarded with greetings from the other guests.

"How nice of you to join us this evening, Ms. Rakov!"

"It's a fantastic thing your family has done for our community, Ms. Rakov."

"Ms. Rakov! On behalf of the orphanage, I'd like to thank you and your father for their generous gold donation. We'll be able to afford new windowpanes and locks for all the doors now!"

The fake smile I donned for the three minutes it took for me to make my way from the foyer to the nearest bathroom burned. My pointed features were used to being assembled into a scowl or a look of general indifference. It served as a stark reminder that tonight, I was out of my element. I'm used to being the dagger in the alleyway, or the garrote in the back room. But the reclusive heiress at a charity ball? I deserve an award if I make it out in one piece with my cover intact.

The disguise was easy enough. Apparently, the person I'm imitating is rarely seen by the public. I could have walked into this event wearing my normal street gear, weapons strapped to my waist and all, and everyone still would've been all smiles and compliments. It was just my luck that she's a bitchy, pale, ugly little waif with pitch-black hair as well. All I had to do was cake on a pound of makeup, grab a nice dress, act like I'm better than everyone else, and I was good to go.

Her invitation to the ball proved simple to acquire as well. One hundred coins into the hand of the right disgruntled member of the Rakov's security team saw to that.

So. I guess the question remains as to why I'd be in such a place. Well, it's a matter of vengeance, really. The kind of thing that would make for a decent pulp novel. You see, it was about four months ago that my little hiding place in one of the market districts in Radasanth had been uncovered. My dear family came around to my bookstore for a visit one night, tore the place up, tossed me around like a reckless child's doll, then burned it to the ground as I watched helplessly. Some little turd told them where I was holed up.

I finally discovered who it was about a week ago.

Nicolas Berman, man about town and part-time shadowy informant; a guest at tonight's party.

I decided then that I had time for one more "assignment" before my journey takes me to Alerar.