Scene 1: The Letter
Jacinth shifted as the coach jostled, moving from the smooth, paved roads of Brightstone to the rougher streets of the Docks. It was a long ride from her family's home in the Nightmarket, but this meeting was critical. She just hoped the others would all show up.
As the Broken Anchor neared, the driver slowed the horses and called back to her. Jacinth. We're here. He had parked about a block down the street that led to the tavern. Jacinth stepped down from the coach and approached the driver, handing him his fee. Thanks, Caine. The driver pocketed the money before replying. Should I return for you in a couple of hours? It was a long drive and made for a good fare. She shook her head. I don't know how long this will take and I have a few more errands to run before heading home. Caine nodded. Well, I'll be making my rounds, so if you see me, just give me a holler. And with that, the coach continued on its way, leaving Jacinth in the dim light of the lantern she carried.
She made her way down the ever-dark streets, maintaining a well-practiced awareness of her surroundings, but it didn't show in her casual movements. Jacinth traveled with no hood, no hiding of her face. She was well-know throughout the city and any attempt at a disguise would most likely draw more attention. Her connections to various factions and organizations allowed her to move about freely without too much interference.
As Jacinth approached the door to the Broken Anchor, she glanced up and down the street, noting a few dock workers and several beggars. Not recognizing any of them, she opened the door and stepped inside, hoping she found a few familiar faces. If she had to go about figuring this out alone...well, that could be very difficult indeed.
Her lips slipped into an easy smile as she noticed the rough-looking woman already standing at the bar. One down... Jacinth moved to stool next to Ironwood and leaned across the bar counter, far enough that her boots left the floor. Vy! she called to the bartender, grinning wider as the other woman rolled her eyes and tried not to smile back. A lavender tonic with a twist of lemon. Vy reach behind her to grab a glass. I have whiskey, she replied simply. Jacinth nodded. That works too. Make it a double.
As the bartender prepared her drink, Jacinth turned around, hopping up on the stool and crossing her legs. Her eyes scanned those already seated about the tavern, slowing as she noticed a dice game with some regulars. Finally, her eyes fell on the woman beside her. Her voice was softer, but not so quiet as to seem strange. Is your brother coming?
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