Citadel Spoils

[Capoeirista]

Alina had endured the worst loss of her young life in a supposed duel to the death against this dastardly man called the Breaker. He had beaten her as easily as one seizes rein from a child, as easily as rising from a sleeping pallet in the morning. She was an expert in hand to hand combat who had grown up in Fallien, the hardiest continent Althanas had to offer. He was a demigod who lived and breathed conflict, who could have killed her as easily as he drew breath. Instead he toyed with her, physically and mentally. He nearly seduced her, but she had held out against that at least. She still had some pride remaining.

In the end, he had gotten what he desired though. He had wanted an alliance with Alina, wanted her friendship all along, and she had given that, if not freely. The price of her cooperation with his plans - whatever those might be - had been a trip to the Bazaar, on his coin.

Alina walked into a large shop like she was striding into a sweat tent, the Breaker following close behind her. The store contained a smithy, a tannery, and a seamstress station, and very conveniently probably contained everything Alina wanted to buy. The young Fallieni woman smiled, her tanned cheeks dimpling, and spoke to the clerk at the sales counter in her best Tradespeak accent.

"Please, I purchase with his gold." She pointed at the tall, broad-shouldered man shadowing her. "Please, make stronger." She grabbed the spear the Breaker had been carrying for her and placed it on the counter, and then unsheathed her belt knife and placed it next to the long-hafted weapon. "Much stronger. Much better. He pay."