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Winterkin
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Wenrty was not enjoying this at all; she was not one to stray from her home, but, then again, it wasn't her choice, now was it? Gold eyes narrowed, the half human-half snow elf glared at the muddy looking surroundings. There were no rolling hills of white crystals, no chilly breeze, no large stone cities cut from the sides of mountains... Ah! Her beautiful Maddelphra..! This place was nothing hut brown, dirty, and full of green! The place made her stomach I'll simply by it's looks. The smells were far worse. Wentry sat atop her new horse (affectionately named Ploddy by his old owner) and groaned remembering just how she had gotten into this mess.
It had been during one of easier missions: a wealthy woman had wanted her cheating husband and the gold amulet he had given to his lover returned to back into his wife's hands. Simple enough, no? It would have been, if not for that bumbling, inept Clyde! All he needed to do was to take care of the husband. Instead, he had got himself caught, meaning that the man's personal guards had gotten a hold of their correspondences. He had then tried to take down the Vinterfall section of Saldra's Hand, but lucky for her, she had managed to steal the letters back, and no one outside the criminal underworld had known of their blunder. Unfourtunately, the branch leader, whom wasn't thrilled with Wentry and Clyde's mess up, punished them both; Clyde was no longer a full member, stuck to menial labor for the group, while she wasnbeing sent to the mainland!
She shivered involuntarily; Vinterfall was so cold, mountainous, and beautiful compared to Middastra, ammud ball of a country.
Wentry had finally made it to the front gates of Cairborn; it was no better. It was so hot and messy, much like the land outside the city's stone walls. Honestly, how could someone live in such wide open spaces with only a little wall tomprotect them?
Ploddy plodded down the cobblestone street at the directions of his sweaty, cranky ridernuntil they came to a tiny shack. Wentry raised one silver- white brow in question. She dismounted the aged horse and set him free before entering inside (at least that was one annoying thing she didn't have to deal with now. She had never liked horses..) There was nothing there until she saw a small, well hidden trap door. "Oh," she murmured, opening it and climbing the latter down. "At least this place isn't too bad." Still, the large room was bare except for a table, a few chairs, and two beds. At least she could finally sleep... Wintry hadn't caught a wink of sleep since setting foot on her new home land, and, her at last she locked the trap door, took off her heavy fur-line cloak, and ignored the thick layer of dust on the covers as she nodded off. At least she wouldn't have to deal with anyone intruding on her nap.
That is, until the other members of the new group would arrive from the other branch groups. Too bad her
Master forgot to mention that she would be working with others....
It had been during one of easier missions: a wealthy woman had wanted her cheating husband and the gold amulet he had given to his lover returned to back into his wife's hands. Simple enough, no? It would have been, if not for that bumbling, inept Clyde! All he needed to do was to take care of the husband. Instead, he had got himself caught, meaning that the man's personal guards had gotten a hold of their correspondences. He had then tried to take down the Vinterfall section of Saldra's Hand, but lucky for her, she had managed to steal the letters back, and no one outside the criminal underworld had known of their blunder. Unfourtunately, the branch leader, whom wasn't thrilled with Wentry and Clyde's mess up, punished them both; Clyde was no longer a full member, stuck to menial labor for the group, while she wasnbeing sent to the mainland!
She shivered involuntarily; Vinterfall was so cold, mountainous, and beautiful compared to Middastra, ammud ball of a country.
Wentry had finally made it to the front gates of Cairborn; it was no better. It was so hot and messy, much like the land outside the city's stone walls. Honestly, how could someone live in such wide open spaces with only a little wall tomprotect them?
Ploddy plodded down the cobblestone street at the directions of his sweaty, cranky ridernuntil they came to a tiny shack. Wentry raised one silver- white brow in question. She dismounted the aged horse and set him free before entering inside (at least that was one annoying thing she didn't have to deal with now. She had never liked horses..) There was nothing there until she saw a small, well hidden trap door. "Oh," she murmured, opening it and climbing the latter down. "At least this place isn't too bad." Still, the large room was bare except for a table, a few chairs, and two beds. At least she could finally sleep... Wintry hadn't caught a wink of sleep since setting foot on her new home land, and, her at last she locked the trap door, took off her heavy fur-line cloak, and ignored the thick layer of dust on the covers as she nodded off. At least she wouldn't have to deal with anyone intruding on her nap.
That is, until the other members of the new group would arrive from the other branch groups. Too bad her
Master forgot to mention that she would be working with others....