OOC: This thread was meant to be posted last night before the season change, but mid post my computer took a nose dive and crashed harder then the Hindenburg. I am going to use this as a place holder for Nessani’s fall training threads in the season of Autumn, and will begin training once my computer issue’s are resolved.
37th of Imperos,
Season of Autumn,
Era II of the Celestine Mandate,
Era XIV Post Fractum.
The Desert Rose Hookah Bar
Khalid had instructed Nessani to return today when she could slip away from her owner without pulling attention to herself. He had wanted to give the girl a few days away from the guild to keep suspicions to a minimum as to what she might have been doing behind her master’s back. It was a delicate web they walked on. No one in the city could suspect her as an outsider, or even as a thief, but at the same time, her master had to think the exact opposite.
Patiently he waited in a room set aside for the girl’s practices. Today he would teach her the basics of the art of stealth. It was necessary that she knew how to move quickly and quietly if she intended to be his shadow. They would be ducking the guards and citizens watchful eyes on their first mission, whatever it happened to be, and what she learned today would be invaluable to her in the life she had chosen.
The room was simple, located down the stairs at the back of the hall leading into the expansive basement of the desert rose. It had no furniture, and simple walls and floors made of rough sandstone. Light in the subterranean floor came from small dishes of oil that burned slowly like candles on the walls, casting deep shadows and giving only enough illumination to see things nearby. The Nairu guard would give her directions in his deep, curt tone that few heard less they were ‘regulars’ of the establishment. She was to head down into the darkness and take a left at the bottom of the stairwell. Following the hall to the end a door on the right would be where her brother waited to train the young spirit.
Inside he waited, wearing his armor and a pair of chocolate trousers tucked neatly into his boots. He had forgone his tunic beneath the protective gear today revealing his darkly tanned flesh composing the well muscled arms. Upon closer view they were covered in small crisscrossed scars but the girl would have to nearly be on top of him to view them clearly in the dim light. The room carried a soft haze of smoke from the burning oils, thick with the scent of lavender, and something else, foreign to her nose, even with her spending more time in the hookah bar .
“Serale sister…”