She sighed as she cleaned the bar, the sharp smell of beeswax thick in her nostrils
She had been so happy these last few weeks. So… content. She should have known it would not last.
He had been so angry. She did not understand why. All she had wanted to do was protect him. He was important to her. Would he do any less for her?
She was growing used to the chill in his aura, it was part of him. Nothing to fear. She had felt accepted… he was affectionate… wanted nothing from her. He was part guide, part friend. He also needed her, craved contact with her just as she had with him.
So unlike the other in her life. He was… afraid… did not understand, or perhaps want to understand.
She was being patient with him. Had been patient, her heart ripped to shreds over him and gathered back together by a sheer act of will. It was not his fault. She had never blamed him. Still, she craved closeness and Len had filled that gap nicely while she waited for her love to comprehend his own feelings.
Now Len was angry and had possibly compromised himself.
Omni had been in the bar. She remembered what she had felt from him in the Silverwastes. The same chill.
Then the other she met in the Flagon. They all spoke to her, seemed so reasonable. Wanted to befriend her. It was if the universe was laughing at her. She would have put a blade through them without a second thought a year ago.
Her dream, was it becoming a reality? Would she become what she feared without having any say in the matter?
Another thought haunted her. The ones she had killed in the mother’s name. What if they had not needed to die?
She finished polishing the bar and went down into the “Safe room” in the cellar. The real reason she worked in this bar. Her former wardens and associates had scoffed to find her working here. Oh how the Valiant had fallen. She cared little. She did what she had to. Those that criticised did not understand. Those she now worked for had resources. Resources she needed to access. She was still learning but she did have a natural feel for the work. Even enjoyed it.
She availed herself of pen and paper and wrote her request down. She needed help, help to see what should have been hers from the beginning. Her employers must know someone who could help. She sealed it in a steel tube and fixed it to the leg of dove from the cage in the corner. Cooing to the little bird and stroking it’s head she moved out of the cellar and back into the now very clean bar. She released the dove from behind the Lodge, watching it flap away.
So, her future in the hands of strangers. She hoped they valued her enough to help. She shook off her bleak mood and headed down the path after locking the door. She could wallow in self-pity or do something productive.
She did not go home that night, or the next. She had someone to find and the Reach was a big city.