"For fuck's sake..."
Muttered Miki as the next person she tried to hail turned her down. She wondered if it was because she was exotic; it wasn't long after her rebirth from stasis she discovered her race, "Ancients" as they were called, were something of a novelty. A cold wind blew, causing her to shiver. Deepfrost had come and although it was still early in the season the wind already had a bite to it. Soon snow would come and she would need to stop getting drunk on the docks, leaving again for Hak Etme, she just paled to think of leaving empty handed. Miki needed a new weapon, her bow suited her well and was faithful but it was time to invest in a sword. She was thinking a saber would compliment her best so had returned back to her roots, Jack Tar Landing. Unfortunately this season was the reason she had moved to the desert in the first place.
A scruffy man approached turning heads as he passed people. Tapping a single finger atop the barrel Miki watched him, making her mark. He seemed in a word, plain-- but also tired. She didn't notice anything particularly remarkable about him and didn't really care why people stared, for all she knew he could be a local freak. This was her last chance before she went to get some more booze. Whoever he was he was clearly overworked, grim lines marked his face as he went about his business.
"Howdy."
She would hail him when he drew near.
"Looking for something on the signpost? Name's Miki. I'm for hire."
Muttered Miki as the next person she tried to hail turned her down. She wondered if it was because she was exotic; it wasn't long after her rebirth from stasis she discovered her race, "Ancients" as they were called, were something of a novelty. A cold wind blew, causing her to shiver. Deepfrost had come and although it was still early in the season the wind already had a bite to it. Soon snow would come and she would need to stop getting drunk on the docks, leaving again for Hak Etme, she just paled to think of leaving empty handed. Miki needed a new weapon, her bow suited her well and was faithful but it was time to invest in a sword. She was thinking a saber would compliment her best so had returned back to her roots, Jack Tar Landing. Unfortunately this season was the reason she had moved to the desert in the first place.
A scruffy man approached turning heads as he passed people. Tapping a single finger atop the barrel Miki watched him, making her mark. He seemed in a word, plain-- but also tired. She didn't notice anything particularly remarkable about him and didn't really care why people stared, for all she knew he could be a local freak. This was her last chance before she went to get some more booze. Whoever he was he was clearly overworked, grim lines marked his face as he went about his business.
"Howdy."
She would hail him when he drew near.
"Looking for something on the signpost? Name's Miki. I'm for hire."
