Assassin's Creed 3: A Revolution (IC)
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Adelia trotted into Boston on her steed, but slowed to a relaxed gait as the crowd grew thicker. She tugged her hood down slightly, making sure her face was concealed. The evening sun was welcoming and warm and her back, and she breathed a sigh of both contentment and apprehension. Just as a serene feeling of peace overcame her, the unmistakable sound of a marching drum met her ears, and she rolled her eyes. Wanting to avoid Redcoats, she steered her horse into an alley which further led to the Green Dragon Inn, where she was currently staying. Deciding she could use a drink, Adelia tied her horse up to a post.
Adelia was wearing her standard assassins robes: a black coat with red accents on the lining and hood. Black lace traced the sleeves as well as the hood, and she wore black leggings with knee high leather boots. She then proceeded to mentally check her weapons; she could feel the tightness of her vambrace which held her hidden blade, as well as the comfortable weight of her machete resting at her hip. She was ready for whatever instance she may come across. Boston could be very unpredictable.
After making sure she had her other necessities, she headed into the inn. Immediately the sound of drunken slurs and laughter filled her ears, and Adelia rolled her eyes. She analyzed the general crowd from underneath her hood, and realized that most of them were just annoying drunk sailors and craftsmen. Finally spotting an empty table in the corner, she made her way to it and sat down. Soon enough, a plump lady came up to her table. “What can I get you, dearie? Perhaps a tea, or maybe a little coffee? You look like you need a pick-me-up.” The lady offered her a smile that was lacking a few teeth, and Adelia dropped her gaze. “Get me an ale.” Her voice was straightforward, and she pulled a few coins out of her purse. The lady took them and openly scoffed at her unlady-like manners. Adelia rolled her eyes and leaned forward to idly trace the wooden grooves in the table with her finger while frequently looking up to survey the crowd.