Saun 37th, 717
The half-breed walked down the street, glancing up at the sky every now and then as her long black wings brushed lightly against the ground. The air was already starting to cool down a little, even if it was still pretty blistering outside. Vhalar was only a couple days off. Vhalar was a favorite season for the woman, she was already excited to see the slight changes in the weather as a distinct cool started to appear. Soon that cool would become a chill that would lead the leaves on the trees to turn a multitude of deep and beautiful autumn colors. The length of the season was also a great bonus. With Vhalar came tons of wild harvest, foods that could be preserved and saved for Zi'da and Cylus. But before any of this could happen, the woman had to make it through the last could of days of Saun. She regretted not bringing her cloak, her skin feeling hot under the sunlight. She'd give anything to take her mind off the weather. No, scratch that, she'd give anything to go home and get out of the weather. Her cave was blessedly cool during the hot seasons and easy to heat during the cold seasons. That of course was a blessing from the rocks that made up her cave. But she needed to keep saving up more money. She wasn't exactly sure why yet, nor did she know completely what she would do with it. The money was more so an excuse to do the jobs on the bounty board and help the people who really needed it. The more money a person was willing to drop, the harder the job, and the more people she could save by doing said job. The money was a pleasant side effect that allowed her to purchase better supplies. If she ever felt like going to a shop that was.
Unfortunately running to the bounty board had provided nothing useful. Most of the requests were tiny or already taken, that or they were the kind that didn't fit her particular skill set. Hunting for intelligence was something that wasn't exactly easy for her. As she made her way back home her attention was drawn by a certain ruckus on the side of the street. A woman was crying, begging a man who looked at her with disdain. "Please, you have to help me!" She cried in a pathetic sounding voice. She wasn't the prettiest woman in the city, but she had a 'girl next door' kind of charm to her.
"Get away! Unless you've got enough coin to make a job like that worth it, I don't want anything to do with it," the man, obviously a mercenary by the way he spoke, snapped at the poor girl and shooed her away. The woman sat on the side of the road and started to cry. People actively went out of their way to avoid her. And why? Because she was dressed in poor clothes and asking for help. She obviously didn't have the money to pay for the kind of help she was asking for considering the reaction of the mercenary. Who wanted to get involved with something like that? It was so much easier jut to walk past and ignore the situation entirely. Night's expression hardened, a glare tailing the mercenary as he walked away. It looks like today was a day for charity work.
"Excuse me, miss. What's wrong?" The half-breed asked as she kneeled down next to the woman.
The woman turned away. "It doesn't matter. It's not like anyone is going to help," she whimpered, her expression one of complete misery.
"I might," she said, trying to coax the woman into tell her what the problem was. Bandits? Thieves? Kidnappers? The problem couldn't nearly be as bad as the mercenary implied it was.