The herb garden was coming along beautifully this season. Sahsi hummed softly to herself as she plucked mint, tucking them all into her bag. They’d need to be dried, of course, but once that was the case it’d be a nice tea. Oh, and who could forget the rose petals? They were a good ingredient in healing potions.
“Well, hello there… you’re Miss Sahsi, aren’t you?”
Sahsi looked up in surprise to see a fire genasi standing beside the garden. “Um, yes, hello!” Sahsi got to her feet and brushed off her skirt. “Sahsi Humble, that’s me. What can I help you with?”
“Let me introduce myself.” The genasi bowed. “I am Wick’of’Candle. Wick, for you. I couldn’t help but notice your eldercross.”
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“Sahsi? What are you doing?”
The goblin rogue had been so quiet Sahsi hadn’t even heard her enter. The shock of suddenly seeing Odra poke her head up over the foot of the bed almost caused her to drop her nail brush, but she managed to recover and just put it back in the polish cup. “Oh! Odra! I thought you and Garl were handling the bandits near-”
“Already done,” Odra pulled herself up on the bed. “Easiest eighty gold we’ve ever made.”
“They’re… very dead, aren’t they?”
“Dullahan cast sleep on most of them. It was over before Sylvia could summon a single thing.”
Odra pointed towards the nail kit. “Answer my question- what are doing, and what is that?” she asked.
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Oh boy. Adorable incarnate was here to bother her. Odra sighed and lowered her mug. “Sup, Sahsi. Enjoying life at the guild?” she asked.
Sahsi beamed and took a seat next to Odra. “I love it! It was a lot to get used to, but I kinda fit in here. I’ve even gone on a few jobs. Where’s Garl?”
“Fucking someone at Fit For Kings.”
That was the bonus of having Sahsi think they were friends. She was so easily flustered and it was hilarious. Her pale green cheeks was now noticeably darker. “O-oh. I. Um. That’s… nice.” Sahsi cleared her throat a few times and fanned her face. “So… is he there like. Every night?”
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“Garl. There’s someone at our table. I want her gone.”
Garl grimaced as he lifted his head off the bar just enough to look at his minuscule partner. “Mmm? What’s that? What time is it?” He murmured.
“How much did you drink last night?” Odra rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I got down here, there’s a bitch at our table, and she wants to talk to us. Says she has a job. Are you sober enough to hear it so she’ll leave?”
Grumbling, Garl slipped off the bar stool, cracking his neck before looking up at the corner table that Odra claimed was ‘theirs’. Sure enough, there was someone there- two hobgoblin bodyguards and one fine lady they were accompanying. She had fiery red hair down to her waist, the slit in her dress went up her thigh… she was a sight for mortal and god alike. She spotted Garl and winked, and like that Garl was wide awake. The gargoyle bolted to his normal seat, nearly trampling an unfortunate gnome on his way to get there.
Odra sighed. “Every time it’s a hot one…” she murmured to herself before following her companion. She pulled herself up onto her chair and glowered at the ‘table thief’. “Sup.”
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