"The heart of a seductress is as wicked as her smile."
~Tasmiya Shaik
CITY OF EIZGÁR
Red Light District
Monday
21:37
The distinct stench of strong ale, and rotting waste on the spring breeze incited a nauseous feeling in René. She was unaccustomed to such a raucous atmosphere where vice, and immoral behaviour was ingrained into the corrupted hearts of every wandering soul that drunkenly passed by her. Why Eizgár? How did a city so versed in trade, and development demoralize its ethical standards, and political stability over night? Unfortunately, the matter of the City's decline would have to be reserved as a secondary concern. For now, her priority was to retrieve information.
The potent presence of her brother's spiritual aura in the distance did not assist in allaying her anxiety of how to execute her plan. When would he trust in her ability to safely carry out a task?
