02-27-2015, 05:17 AM
Selia's suspicions about the man being in religion were confirmed once he mentioned a God. Selia was never much of a believer, never understood religion as more than anything but a social construct. She had not felt comfortable around most priests in the past, found some of them to be the worst type of shut-ins imaginable. Granted, some of her doings would make most any priest demand for either her incarceration or damnation. But Selia was an opportunist.
The wheels began to spin in her mind. She wondered for a moment if anyone would miss this one if he turned up missing... or maybe if some of his gold turned up missing. Granted, she wasn't dressed to play the part of a seductress tonight, either, and nothing about his body language suggested that type of interest in her.
Damn.
The priest(?) recounted to her a story about a man on a pegasus, called the Steel Eagle. If Selia had ever heard of the Steel Eagle, than she hadn't committed it to memory.
"The Iron Hawk I'm referring to would kill with a knife that had a hawk emblazoned on the pommel. That's how he got his name, supposedly." Selia said.
"There's a lot of stories about him, so many you wonder if it's all one person or an imitator."
A boom of thunder, closer, this time, made Selia realize that it was raining a bit harder. While rain didn't bother her, she figured her skirt and undergarments were too light and might get uncomfortably clammy.
She paused a little, thinking for a moment. I'd best be headed home, but at the same time, doing it alone might be kind of stupid. Granted, taking this man around there might not be good for his well-being either, but with hair that color he could probably pass, and he looks like he could break a thug in half if he needs to...
"Whenever you're finished... there's a really nice inn in the east end of town. Quiet place, probably the cheapest roof over your head you can find." Selia commented.
"On paper it's a pricey stay unless... you understand certain Eshren customs and the like. If you know how to appease him, it's probably the cheapest stay in town that isn't right near the docks or over a stable. I can fill you in on what to say and what not to... might not sound like the most honest thing to do, but just about every room for rent around here is like that. Know what to say in advance... and you'll get a silent discount."
Selia had taken a merchant friend there once for a night. She hadn't seen the man in over a year, but she had seen his merchant ship show up several times.
Her offer to this priest was genuine, being stopped by the constables on the way home was not something she wanted to have happen. She was less nervous about being closer to home, as most of the Eshrens looked out for each other. This sort of arrangement was not unlike what she had heard about the other ethnic neighborhoods did. Selia suspected that cities much larger than Sanovar had similar arrangements.
The wheels began to spin in her mind. She wondered for a moment if anyone would miss this one if he turned up missing... or maybe if some of his gold turned up missing. Granted, she wasn't dressed to play the part of a seductress tonight, either, and nothing about his body language suggested that type of interest in her.
Damn.
The priest(?) recounted to her a story about a man on a pegasus, called the Steel Eagle. If Selia had ever heard of the Steel Eagle, than she hadn't committed it to memory.
"The Iron Hawk I'm referring to would kill with a knife that had a hawk emblazoned on the pommel. That's how he got his name, supposedly." Selia said.
"There's a lot of stories about him, so many you wonder if it's all one person or an imitator."
A boom of thunder, closer, this time, made Selia realize that it was raining a bit harder. While rain didn't bother her, she figured her skirt and undergarments were too light and might get uncomfortably clammy.
She paused a little, thinking for a moment. I'd best be headed home, but at the same time, doing it alone might be kind of stupid. Granted, taking this man around there might not be good for his well-being either, but with hair that color he could probably pass, and he looks like he could break a thug in half if he needs to...
"Whenever you're finished... there's a really nice inn in the east end of town. Quiet place, probably the cheapest roof over your head you can find." Selia commented.
"On paper it's a pricey stay unless... you understand certain Eshren customs and the like. If you know how to appease him, it's probably the cheapest stay in town that isn't right near the docks or over a stable. I can fill you in on what to say and what not to... might not sound like the most honest thing to do, but just about every room for rent around here is like that. Know what to say in advance... and you'll get a silent discount."
Selia had taken a merchant friend there once for a night. She hadn't seen the man in over a year, but she had seen his merchant ship show up several times.
Her offer to this priest was genuine, being stopped by the constables on the way home was not something she wanted to have happen. She was less nervous about being closer to home, as most of the Eshrens looked out for each other. This sort of arrangement was not unlike what she had heard about the other ethnic neighborhoods did. Selia suspected that cities much larger than Sanovar had similar arrangements.