5th Hamis, 2719
BOOK & BELL| AFTER DARK
Stu looked at the girl that approached the bar, sucking on his teeth and shooting a disapproving gaze at the man who was left flabbergasted on the floor, face darkening as though he had all good intentions of coming around the bar to throw him out on his ear.
“Aye, though the drought is long my water is cold.” He replied cryptically, moving to nod at Ginny. The red haired wick approached, looking around briefly before taking Caina’s arm and leading her away behind the bar. Stamping on a spot in the floor, she moved back as the door underfoot opened.
“We keep the water in th’ cellar chip. Tis cooler there.” She said, gesturing the woman inside. As Caina would enter, Alyssa glanced at her and offered a short nod of acknowledgement. She trusted Caina, something a significant number of others could not claim, having worked with the girl to help mold her to what she was today. Not to mention the events of Loshis. Some bonds were formed in most curious ways. Serro crossed his arms, leaning back on the wall, and the galdori offered the woman a strained half smile.
Ava was next, her entrance just as simple as Caina’s. There was no fanfare for the two women, and it was undeniably crowded in the cellar, however for now it would do. The noise of the tavern was enough to hide quiet voices from any who would look for them.
”Thankyou for coming.” Jon said in a low rumble, lacing his fingers together and moving to rest elbows on knees. Alyssa settled beside him, arms crossed, whilst the galdor stood awkwardly in the room like a sore thumb. Taking a deep breath, the leader of the Resistance began.
“As you all should know, Dorhaven wasn’t our work. Just like Rookwen, those bloody golly bastards have sold their lies and their kindness, in a strategic attempt to turn the freefolk against us. I am in a position now where even the humans of Anaxas have doubt, enough doubt that they wouldn’t follow should we move to avenge our fallen brothers and sisters.” Frowning, he brushed his thumbs over his lips.
“And after what happened in Loshis, the time has come to put our cards on the table. To stand up and say ‘no more injustice.’ We need to find a way to bring the people back to us, a way to unite them…and Mister Ceres has one.” The dark haired assassin all but glared at the galdor, his face shrouded in darkness and the high collar of his jacket. The man shifted slightly, his field carefully tucked close.
“Well galdor, tell them what you told us.” Alyssa said in quiet distaste, as though she was barely containing the urge to plunge a dagger through his chest. Clearing his throat, Ceres nodded sharply.
“There’s a girl, she could be in her late teens by now. Maybe older. She’s in Old Rose at present, though I have it on good word that there’s plans to shift her again given all the tension that’s going on. She’s well watched, monitored on her comings and goings, who she knows and what she says.” The assassin raised her eyebrow and shrugged.
“I’ve heard this part. Hawke monitors plenty of people in his little kingdom. What’s so special about one girl?” Jon sat back, exhaling slowly.
“It’s not Hawke watching her Alyssa.” The brunette threw her hands up, moving away from the wall to frown directly at her leader.
“And that is precisely why this is a bad idea. According to this ersehole, this girl is some second coming of Alioe in the scheme of things. But to get to her you want to do something so stupid even I don’t—” The AAF veteran stood suddenly, hovering over the shorter woman with one dark eye glaring into her face.
“You don’t get a say here Alyssa. This is for the good of all of our lost comrades. For those who went down at Dorhaven, at Rookwen.” Blinking, holding her ground for a moment, the blue eyed woman finally lowered her gaze and stepped back. Turning to face Caina and Ava, Serro ran a hand over his grey stubbled face.
“We need to….aquire…this girl, by any means necessary. Myself and Ceres will organise a distraction, one that’s large enough to draw the eyes of everyone that matters. That’s where you two come in.” Gesturing at the dark haired women, the human moved to search his pocket for a hip flask, taking a swig and wincing.
”You’ll head to Old Rose with Alyssa, and collect the girl. She’s in The Night Blossom. Dark hair, cut short, freckles, green eyes. Get her, get out and hide her till further instruction.” His eyes flicked to Caina.
“Hatcher, we need to be sure she gets out alive.” Turning them on Ava, the old soldier gestured at her.
“That’s why I’m asking Silk to accompany you. Not only do we need your help hiding the girl, but we need someone who isn’t going to scare her. For this all to work she needs to see we are not the enemy.”