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Title: Abandoned Sanctuary
Chapter: Prologue
In this fair land, I'll stay no more, here labor is in vain
I'll seek the mountains far away and leave the fertile plain
Where waves of grass in oceans roll, into infinity
I stand ready on the shore, to cross the inland sea
~I am going to the West-Connie Dover
She stepped off the long wooden pier onto the cobblestone walkway just as
the fish merchants were putting up their stock for the day. As she sidestepped
a pair of local children chasing one another, her hand instinctively went to
her knapsack. It was still hanging near her hip and her money pouch still
inside. She would have to find a place to exchange some of her foreign coin for
the local ones if she was to be traveling within the country.
She kept her hood up, blocking her face from any passersby that may be
curious. She had origonally put it up to fight the
wind that blew on the deck of the ship. The sky's shade started to turn crimson
as the sun fought for its last bit of illumination before it submitted to
twilight of the night. The cloaked woman lengthened her steps. Any traveler
worth their salt knew you did not travel alone at night, especially if you were
a woman.
The cloaked woman wasn't frightened of the darkening streets, far from it.
She had traveled alone too long to fumble around aimlessly in the dark. Not
that the pitch of the darkness mattered. Beneath her cloak, her green eyes
shined slightly in the dimness; she couldn't see in complete darkness but in
near darkness she could see all but the finer details.
She passed an alleyway that looked like it would be shadowed during daylight
hours and could hear hushed voices coming from that direction. She made out
four distinct voices. The cloaked woman walked further down the darkened street
heading towards where she assumed most of the housing would be. There she would
be able to find an inn, if they took her currency that is. Her sensitive ears
picked up the sounds of leather boots hitting the cobblestone behind her.
They must have figured she would be easy prey. Their attempt at shadowing
themselves in the darkness and trying to quiet their footsteps was laughable.
Each step rang loudly against the stone road to her ears, they wouldn't have
the opportunity to surround her though. She slipped into the door of an inn
that, upon entering, obviously doubled as a bar and brothel.
She walked up to the bar and sat down. Some of the patrons were eying her
and she could feel their eyes boring into her back. The barkeep put down the
glass he was cleaning and walked up to her.
"What'd you'll have?"
"Ale if ya have it, if not cider. I also need
to acquire a room." The woman put several coins she had picked up in a
nearby nation she passed through.
The barkeep looked at the coins then back up to the cloaked woman.
"You're sure strange looking for an Orlesian
woman."
Only the woman's green eyes could be seen from under her cloak and it made
the barkeeper uneasy. "If ya do not want ma
coin, I'll take it elsewhere." She reached as if to take the coins back
from the bar but he quickly swiped the coins into his hands and began counting
them.
"No, your coin is good here. How many nights you need?" He sat
down a mug in front of her along with a key.
"Two, tonight and tomorrow." She picked up the mug and took a sip
of its contents. Her jaw clenched at the taste. The barkeep handed her back two
silver coins and pocketed the rest. He then left her to attend to other
patrons.
The woman's eyes roamed the scene before her. She had positioned herself so
she could see most of the bar, there was one empty table at her back that she
paid no attention to. Her eyes met a lady of the evening. She had a fair amount
of her bosom showing. The dress, if you call it that, was velvet and trimmed in
lace. The woman in question smiled at her. The cloaked stranger gave a
courteous nod in return and continued to scanning the room.
"Hello, Sugar, looking for some company for the evening?" The
brothel worker said as she took a stool next to the cloaked woman.
"I'm afraid ya have ma gender mistaken, madame." The cloaked woman raised her head to the
worker and smiled.
"Oh I don't mind if you don't." The brothel worker place a
lace-gloved hand upon the cloaked woman's leather one.
"Tempting but I assure you I don't dance to that tune," the
cloaked woman's meaning was caught on by the other woman.
"That� is a shame." The worker pouted. Her expression changed when
she obviously saw someone she knew. "Claude, come here my dear."
Claude came and took the seat next to the worker. He was about average height
with a slim frame. His hair was held at the nape of his neck by a silk cord and
brown curls framed his face. "This traveler needs some company for the
evening." The brothel worker said to Claude when he walked over to them.
"Oh, is that so?" Claude smiled warmly at her. He slid on the
other side of the cloaked woman and snaked his arm around her waist. The other
brothel worker smiled and left the two alone. "Where does a delicate
flower such as you come from?"
"I come from a land where fables and legends are born." She took
the man's hand off her waist, downed the rest of the ale, and turned to look
him in the eye. Her eyes seemingly glowing beneath her hood. "A land where
The Twelve watch from the stars above as their children forge their destiny."
His breath seemed caught in his throat and he spoke barely above a whisper.
"You are not from Ferelden, are you?"
The woman smiled and turned away from the young gentleman."Ferelden, is
that the name of this land?" She turned her face back toward the man
beside her. "No, I'm not from Ferelden, nor any of the surrounding lands.
As much as it temps me to have ya warm my bed, I need
rest after my journey." She chuckled lightly. "I am afraid I will not
get any sleep this night if you join me." Her gaze went instinctively to
the door behind the young man and at the four rough looking men that entered.
The cloaked woman slipped Claude a silver coin.
He looked at her confused. "Why?"
She rose from her seat, "Keep safe."
The young man watched the woman wrapped in a cloak ascended the stairs. The
four men from earlier watched the woman's
ascent as well then climbed after her
A/N
I would like to thank my beta, Janec Shannon-for being my sounding board and not quitting
after all my comma mistakes-and all of the fanfiction
writers who have inspired me to start writing again!
Also to Bioware
for their awesome game!
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