OOC Continuing from 'The Road to Salaband' thread/OOC
Long after noon, a tired, dishevelled woman stepped out from a tavern and into the grey afternoon of Ester.
The town was a poor excuse of a place a day's ride from the much more industrious Port Lorrel. A place for small businesses, drop outs, criminals and a joke (in the woman's estimation) of a law enforcement agency called the
Falkenrohr. The same organisation who had been the primary authors in her current state of misery. Since she'd left the port she'd had her goods confiscated, she'd been robbed, groped, humiliated and robbed again. The first by a smarmy theif who'd had the audacity, the sheer fucking balls to dismantle her father's gun and throw it onto a roof and the second by a maniac wizard living in the woods who left her minus her sword (her pride and joy) and nothing but the aforementioned theif, constricting vines, 'knockout' mushrooms and a swarm of invasive bugs for company.
She'd been rescued, thank the Gods, as humiliating as that had been, and retrieved her revolver, but those had been the only bright spots in a couple of days which had been about as fun as wisdom tooth surgery in the middle of a stampede.
She was near broke, devoid of nearly all her possessions and full of impotent anger.
And it was time to do something about it.
"It's time for round Goddam two." Jade muttered.