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PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 17 2017, 12:14 PM
Her charge’s name was Meir. He was not a particularly noteworthy individual, another traveller seeking to get from one point to another, another merchant, another man with pennies to spare on protection. He had sought her specifically, but there was, to her knowledge, another who would be joining their party before departure. He had spoken of heightened activity of bandits between the two villages, and Balsa took careful mental note of it. Apparently there was some sort of unrest that had caused them to act more aggressively than usual. She still believed that she on her own would be able to handle the situation, but all the same, an ally was not unwelcome, provided that he didn’t get in her way.
He, or she, Balsa wasn’t sure yet. But this line of work tended to be filled more with men than women.
Here, she had made a name for herself. One that was nostalgic, familiar. In the New Yogo Empire Balsa the Spear-Wielder had been just as famously known. Although, the context of that knowledge had been rather different. She had, to the law’s words, kidnapped the Prince and burned the castle, faced the Mikado’s elite guards and won. She had not been known as Balsa the wandering bodyguard, but a criminal. Yet despite that, those very foes she had defeated were those she could say she held the greatest respect for, and they, in turn, for her. It was the respect of a fellow warrior that held the greatest value to her, and so it was with a mildly keen interest she awaited the arrival of their third party member.
She had recently seen to a blacksmith by the name Talion to have her spear touched up; it had seen many a battle, and had been well used. She was confident, now, that it was ready for use if it was required in their venture, though if her cohort and her charge listened to her, perhaps they would be able to avoid conflict at all. She was dressed for travel, a heavy cloak on her shoulders and her hair tied back, her spear in hand. The cloak was easily removed if needed, to allow for more maneuverability in action. But for now….it was a waiting game. Until their third party member joined them, she could do little but stand and wait.
She just hoped he didn’t take too long. The evening was when they would be most at risk.
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