A deep sigh escaped the woman's cherry red lips as her hazel eyes stared at the wanted poster branded to the local Tavern's outside wall. Hues narrowing a bit, she raised her head, crossed her arms in thought. It had been nearly a week without a single answer, tomorrow she would venture to the port side town, Homeli, to take a ship across the sea, and eventually home. But... The way things were, she wanted not to do it alone. Light blonde hair came drawn back in a single wrapped ponytail while some loose strains were curly, pressed to her heart-shaped face. She wore a long red, feathered hat, which sat atop her head a bit tilted to the side making all those whom wanted a glimpse to her face have to come indeed closer for a better observation. The lithe woman's body was hidden underneath a elegant red and white dress. The sleeves, bunchy, extended to the elbows leaving some skin to her arms exposed, although, black gloves covered the rest including her hands. A rather large bow tied around the garment's back. Malinda Court studied the poster skewered to the brick wall closer. It was she to whom hug the advertisement, granted paying the Tavern Owner a fee to do so, regardless, she hoped someone would answer the call to by making their mark below her actual handwritten words. There were markings, ones not suited to be repeated out loud. Indecent jokes, obscene language. Drunken cowards, she just assume, being so direct to the Tavern. At the time, Malinda thought to garner attention from the location considering in these times men wanted to earn a coin, she was regretting her decision now. Cowards, pure cowards, She shook her head. The task was simple, for someone to escort her the road home to Enere. Their payment came in ten thousand gold coins, money was no issue, she did well for herself when initially coming to the city, at the moment, she just wanted to return to Enere. As it seemed, she would probably make the trip alone. The woman let out another sigh, suddenly, her head whipped around to the Tavern doors, the swinging wood flapped open aggressively, bulky bodies came tumbling out and down the dirty porch steps. Drunkards were piled in a heap, they reeked of alcohol. Malinda nearly tore down her own poster wondering what ever had she been thinking to have decided to make an ad here. She snatched up her dress ends, backtracking, avoiding the disastrous pile, her red heals gave a clanking noise against the concrete. The city buildings were wide, bunched between, their roofs shaped like pointed fingers angled to an equally darkened moonlit sky. The time was late, even she should not have been out, but Malinda wanted to check, to make sure no one answered. Of course no one would. The clouds above swirled together quite eerie. Very few people, save for the drunks, roamed the streets. As she walked the sidewalks, she saw lanterns dim in household homes, windows shut tightly. Yes, she should be home, finishing her packing, the carriage left at dawn. Turning a corner, she rubbed her own arms, a chill coming across her chest, face, strange. Rose Gardens was hot in the summer, the current time, and unlucky enough to have snow during the winter, but right at the moment, Malinda felt chilled by the wind blowing. She stopped at a small cross walk. The swinging lanterns, overhead, threatened to blow out. "I need to get home." She said to herself. A carriage veered down the direction she came. A fairly large vessel appearing like a vined round vegetable, the dark exterior transportation was lead by two horses. The driver sat atop it, hands woven in the reigns, he gave a gentle snap on them coming closer into view enough to tip his tall hat to Malinda. She gave an acknowledged nod as he passed unable to see in the actual carriage. Drawn to it, she almost made an ill step out at the cross walk, another carriage was coming followed by another, and yet another, the last being wider. It had to be due to the coffins in the back. Now she understood. It was a Funeral. Mighty late. She could hear crying, upset people. It made her think about her own father, his dire state, and the need to return home as soon as possible. Watching a little bit more, Malinda looked up to find a man on the cross walk's other side. His own dark top hat was too tall and stringy brown hair concealed a bearded face. She couldn't really see his face, only his raised hand in a wave, that, and the fact he wasn't crossing the street now with the traffic gone. It was strange. She opted to take another route home keeping straight rather than crossing, her steps heavy, quick. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed the man walking on the other side, keeping some paces behind her. Her eyes narrowed, was he following her? She'd left her flintlock pistol at the house, one could never be too careful. Directly behind her was another fellow, walking smooth, casually. Now Malinda was cautious. She let her dress go not bothering with the damnable thing. She ran. So did they. They must've seen her at the Tavern, somewhere, thoughts raced through her head. On a path between two shops she slipped inside taking her heels off in order to be able to run faster. The man with the unkempt beard appeared at the opening, she held no idea where the other one was at. She slowed down whirling around, breathless. "Sir, do you want something?" She remained calm. He let out a laugh, revealed teeth as yellow as sunrise. "Yous lookin' for safe road passage madam?" Malinda thought he sounded drunk. "Oh, the poster," She waved her hand. "Not anymore, I have someone, thank you." "Don't believe you." "I am sorry you feel that way," Looking over her shoulder, the other man made some cutting corners in order to trap her in some pincer attack. "An associate of yours I presume, kindly let me be on my way." "When yous give the gold promised on the poster." Smiled the bearded man. "As I told you before, I've already gotten someone else." "Still don't believe yous." Malinda remained where she was. "To be honest sir, I don't care, please get out of my way before I give you a good thrashing. I'm in no mood for foolishness." As foolish as it may have been, the woman tried for a more threatening approach hoping it would work. It did not. The bearded individual came closer until she could see his scarred face, dark almost black eyes under the moon's glow. "Thrashing?" He sounded taunting. The one behind her moved in. An assault was in the wind. The woman's hands curled together. Driving all her attention on the speaking one, she let him have it, a clean fist to the face enough to send him staggering a bit. Her right hand stung, she hadn't realized she had the energy to deliver such a blow. "Bitch....she hit me-!" Seeing this as an opportunity, she attempted to run past him but he grabbed her shoulders, both collided to the concrete. The woman's breath came taken, but she kicked her attacker, within his privates leaving him room to simply give the most loud grunt possible, surely someone else heard the commotion. His partner, not anticipating these events to happen, came to intervene or at least try. Malinda, not one to scream, let out one this time only, to alert someone, anyone.