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Jessabelle

Armistice - Near the Eastern Gate - 250 HP

She'd almost forgotten what it was like to be in a large city. She'd gotten used to being alone or with small groups of people, travelling between villages too small to be given a proper name. She'd taken for granted the quiet dirt roads, space to stretch out your arms without fear of smacking someone in the face, being able to walk around without the fear that someone was going to pickpocket you. Jessabelle didn't miss being in a large city, not in the slightest. The blonde haired woman weaved through the crowd gracefully, dodging people carrying loads so large that they completely covered their heads, and small children running away from their mothers, squealing happily as if they hadn't a worry in the world. It was so... different. Lively enough to put a small smile on the face of the otherwise expressionless woman. 

She'd been in the city for a short time, gathering information from here and there, though nothing leading to any answers. She had begun to think the trip here was all for nothing. Though there was little she could do about it at present. She'd gotten wrapped up in some business with the ICC and long story short, she was headed to the East Gate to meet some other individuals. Despite being one who preferred to work alone, Jessabelle was very much aware that in the current state of the world, travelling alone wasn't going to work out in her favor. She just hoped at least she'd be sent out with people who weren't utterly useless. Jessabelle had no intention of carrying anyone's weight but her own, and she was more than capable of doing so. 

Outsiders could give one look at her and tell she was a fighter. Be it the lithe way she seemed to move, or the daggers and bow strapped proudly on her person, one could tell that she certainly was not one to be messed with, lest they wanted to be injured. Though it was mostly against her will, Jessabelle had been conditioned to be a fighter ever since she was capable of carrying a blade. Due to the fact she had always had minimal strength, she was divided into the branch in which the military trained assassins rather than front line fighters. Now years later, after being conditioned to fit the military's standard, she carried herself with purpose as most other warriors do. 

As she was somewhat carried away with her thoughts, she didn't notice a small child running towards her until she was headbutted in the abdomen by the child who wasn't looking where they were going. She didn't flinch, and the small child fell back onto their butt. Looking down, Jessabelle's heart nearly stopped when she saw the long, messy blonde hair of the child, and instinctively knelt down. 

The little girl looked up when Jessabelle placed a hand on her shoulder, her pale green eyes meeting Jess's ice blue ones. The light in her own faded as she realized it wasn't who she thought it was. 

"I-I'm sorry ma'am." the little girl said.

With a strained sigh, Jessabelle grabbed the girl by the collar of her tattered shirt and lifted her to her feet as she stood herself. Once they were both up, she let her go and looked at her sternly. 

"You better be more careful next time. You won't always run into someone who'll let you go."

The little girl nodded and Jessabelle reached out to smooth her hair down. 

A few moments later a woman approached them and knelt before the girl. 

"Analia, what have I told you about running off like that? Something could have happened to you."

"I'm sorry momma." the girl said, lowering her head.

Jessabelle looked at the woman for a long moment, expressionless, studying her clothing and noticing how it looked considerably better than her supposed daughter's. She seemed to be wearing clothes that were quite new where as the little girl was wearing nothing short of year old rags. She was carrying a few things with her, one being a sack of coins that hung at the woman's side. 

"You need not worry ma'am. I've already scolded her for bumping into me." Jessabelle said as she knelt next to the woman, giving a small smile. "I think it best you remind her how dangerous these streets can be." she said, reaching slowly for the small dagger at her waist. 

The sound of an uproar to the left of them brought the woman and the daughter's heads turning away from her, as it seemed a man was kicked out of a place for who knows what. Jessabelle took the time to quickly slash the bottom of the money pouch the woman had at her waist, letting the coins fall out and into her hand, the noise of the city drowning out whatever sound they would have made as they fell. Soon as the pouch was empty, Jessabelle sheathed her blade and stood, placing the loot in her own pouch at her side. Without saying a word, she vanished into the crowd and continued on her way towards the meeting place. 

When she arrived, she paid no mind to anyone there after she gave the group a once over. She walked past a few of them who seemed to be enjoying a drink, giving a sideways glance as she did. She didn't say a word in greeting to anyone, just arrived and went to stand with them as some talked amongst themselves. The attire of a few individuals stood out to her as some organizations she was familiar with, but not enough to strike up a conversation. She didn't particularly care for talk. They were all here for their own reasons, as she was, and she had no plans to meddle in their business. However, one man in particular looked a bit familiar. As she thought about it, she figured she probably saw the man once since she'd been in the city, and thought about it no more after that.

If anything, she was more inclined to ask the horses what in the world they were doing there.
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