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| - Vixeena sat numbly in an oak chair watching the liquid radiance of the flames before her. The glassy, onyx, eyes of the bearskin rug seemed to mock her as she contemplated the last time she had come to Redridge in this very room with her last love..the one who had the end left her for another. Vixeena smoothed the skirts of her gown as she waited for the applicant to the Help Wanted flyer to arrive. She was a woman of striking femininity, all curves and rounded angles her face a contrast of softness and iciness. Vixeena had pale silver hair, high cheekbones, a small pouty mouth, and eyes that were a piercing icy blue that cut through a person. She had come to the rented room in advance and set out an assortment of ham sandwiches on the nearby table. Vix studied the fire intently trying to
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| - Vixeena sat numbly in an oak chair watching the liquid radiance of the flames before her. The glassy, onyx, eyes of the bearskin rug seemed to mock her as she contemplated the last time she had come to Redridge in this very room with her last love..the one who had the end left her for another. Vixeena smoothed the skirts of her gown as she waited for the applicant to the Help Wanted flyer to arrive. She was a woman of striking femininity, all curves and rounded angles her face a contrast of softness and iciness. Vixeena had pale silver hair, high cheekbones, a small pouty mouth, and eyes that were a piercing icy blue that cut through a person. She had come to the rented room in advance and set out an assortment of ham sandwiches on the nearby table. Vix studied the fire intently trying to numb her mind to any lingering and unwanted memories when she heard a deep, resonant voice greet her...Lady Windfoot. I am here to see about the body guard position..the names Velik. She had never heard him enter the room despite the heaviness of his chain mail which while an encouraging sign, took her somewhat aback. The guards being stationed out front had allowed her to lapse her normally focused awareness. She stood and cursed herself silently as she favored him with my practiced smile inclining her head slightly. He stood there his heavily lashed, eyes gazing at her looking like mafic gems with swirls of green and amber in their depths. The earnestness and confidence of his gaze left a distinct impression on her and an immediate liking. Velik had hair the color of ripe ginger which fell to his shoulders..he had moderately heavy brows, high cheekbones, a sensual lower lip and a somewhat broad nose which balanced his beautiful but masculine face. He stood at attention like a man unused to sitting, unless commanded to be at ease..Vixeena bade him to sit and handed him the plate of sandwiches. She took the plate in his calloused hands and he selected one and bit into it hungrily only after she nodded he should do so. Velik seemed unused to such luxuries and a bit discomforted with the poshness of the surroundings. So tell me what would this position entail exactly?..he said bluntly as he grabbed another sandwich wolfing it down with quick efficiency, not even dropping a crumb on his beautifully maintained armor. I need someone to become my body guard and gather intelligence on my enemies. The nature of my enemies is far from typical and they are formidable. Some more common and some..well...mmmm..a trifle..ahhh..otherworldly. Velik glanced up at in me in mid bite..his eyes locked on Vixeena's alert and no nonsense..Just precisely what do you mean by that?..his deep husky voice dropped even lower. The first more common of the foes would be the Breys, Yumeko and Archin.. I witnessed one of their..ahh..more brutal killings. Let us just say that I...mmmm..anticipate that they will be rather displeased with me when they finish serving their meager sentences., Vixeena continued in a calm and icy tone her voice husky and much more serene that she felt. As for the other enemies..for some reason the Legion saw fit to abduct me, torture me and then drain my soul and discard the shard and my husk in the snows of Kharanos. I was a warlock of middling power when this happened as my memories .ahhh..fragmentary.. I am unsure what they wanted with me exactly. I seem to think they wanted something and it involved more than my lack of willingness to submit to them. I understand if this is a bit more..mmmm..extreme than what you anticipated originally. The pay is 10 gold a week, I pay for training and when we are out in the field you get an equal share of the treasure.. Vixeena looked at Velik and favored him with that lazy, seductive, smile she had seen her mother wear for the nobles she entertained. Velik rubbed his chin considering her blunt proposal while Vixeena studied his open and down to earth face and secretly hoped he would refuse her. She disliked the thought of this decent young man possibly dying on her account. He spoke after a long pause and snagged another sandwich eating it slower this time but just as efficiently..I was a soldier..it is all I have ever done. Since I returned back from Kalimdor I have searched for a purpose..now I have one..I will take the commission, Lady Windfoot. Vixeena smiled and leaned back in her chair still in disbelief her features carefully schooled to not betray that. Very well here is your first weeks pay in advance..you will need to equip yourself and train you can start today if that is fine. He nodded brusquely seemingly pleased at having someone to command him once more. Vix noticed that during the interview it had grown dark outside the window glass glittering like black diamonds. She told him that she needed to rest and that she would procure him a room for the night. Velik shook his head in refusal and removed a painting from the wall to cover the window and he secured the room. Your armor please, Lady..he indicated he would put it away and he turned his back and waited for her to change..she did so then handed the pieces to him. He took the folded armor and placed it in a teak wardrobe. Velik walked over to Vixeena and with absolutely no warning hefted her over his shoulders and gently set her on the bed before returning to the foot of the bed his large but gleaming crossbow dr-aped over his lap. Vixeena sat for a moment dazed watching his broad soldiers then fell into the most restful sleep she had since she had slept here last....The threads of her life seemed to be closing like a circle and serpent biting its own tail and certain strands of her life replayed but to slightly different effect.
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