Wretha was one of the first to follow after the man called Rask, down the steep steps that led to the basement of the establishment. The stench of men sweat mixed with a potent dose of blood hung upon the air, thick and low, out of habit the lady covered her nose with the back of her hand as she descended the last of the steps. It wasn’t much, just like she had been expecting, the basement was broken in half by a rope strung up from one wall to the other. One section serving as a sitting area for patrons and the other a great pit she suspected was used for fighting; a couple of dried blood spots soaked the ground. Wretha stuck out worse than a sore thumb in a crowd of all kinds of individuals. Sellswords, bandits, crooks, adventures, wanna-be adventures; the whole lot was present, counting to a total of about eighteen. And here she was one of three females in the room, entirely over dressed for the occasion and looking rather out of sorts.
She was able to snatch a wooden chair, taking a seat with her back straight, legs crossed and hands delicately folded on her lap and her bags of belongs sitting on the stone floor at her side. She looked like quite the proper lady. Or rather she did until perhaps the biggest man she had ever laid eyes on, slumped onto the chair next to her, making the small woman look like nothing more than a silly little girl trying to play grown up. His arms alone were probably the size of her torso, she tried her best to keep her eyes off of the brute and occasionally would scoot her chair further away so that he didn’t encroached on her personal space. She fleetingly wondered if he belonged to one of the tribes of the Gothi federation, surely he must have or at least carry some bloodline of theirs. During her travels she had never had the pleasure of visiting the barbaric lands, although not for a lack of trying.
She turned her attention towards one of the other two females in the room, an elven female tall and broad- very unlike her kind who preferred the regal and beauty. Wretha couldn’t help but take the she-elf’s attire in strides finding it to be rather revealing. A few choice words came into mind then, among them ‘improper’ rang loud and clear.
“I am Rekugin…archer and swordsman.”
The room erupted into an incoherent and indecipherable garble of names and titles all coming forth from every corner of the dank room. Wretha however remained silent, her attention drawn to the man that had spoken first, a hafling if her observation was correct but then again he was across the room half cloaked in shadows. The lit candles around the basement didn’t provide sufficient amount of lighting to be certain. A distinct vibe rolled off the young man, something that Wretha could only describe as arrogance. He didn’t hold her attention for long however, the name shouting was coming to a conclusion and she realized she had yet to introduced herself. Although, Wretha wasn’t some kind of animal that needed to bark her name across the room like some dog yelping for attention, at least someone had to have some semblance of proper manners in this place.
The female stood up from her seat and zig-zagged her way through the maze of chairs and patrons, sets of eyes following her like a hawks, until she came up to the man hosting this little show. “Wretha Thorne.” She said with a stern voice, extending her hand out in a sign of introduction. “I am no swordsman or archer-“
“No shit.” A little twat, no taller than Wretha, piped in interrupting her mid sentence, followed swiftly by some brief laughter from other men. She glanced at him briefly, he had short cropped, dirty blond hair and a freckled face with a nose ring hanging from his left nostril. She wagered he was no older than twenty-one at the most. A wicked smile graced her lips for a mere second as a thought crossed her mind before she turned back to Rask and finished her introduction, “I am no swordsman or archer and I’m afraid I’m not much of a fighter either. But, I do have other talents that you might find useful to your cause. I would be of no burden; I am quite capable of taking care of myself. Please, allow me to show you.”
