*Jean Grey*
Night Triumphant
Sylvia Edelstein
The Drunken Wench
Sylvia never was the soundest sleeper. She sat on the small, lumpy bed that the inn provided, dressed in nothing but a eyes wide open as she looked out the window and at the crescent moon. It wasn't the bed at all - far from it, actually. She was all too used to being made to sleep on worse things. During her first several years in the Thieves' guild, she wasn't even afforded the luxury of a bed - she had to make do with sleeping on the floor, near the dying embers of the makeshift stove. Not to mention, being a Thief meant nighttime runs. She was a night wolf, and sleep was just something she learned to do without, save for brief naps at most. Not to mention, more exciting things happened at night in general - aside from being cooped up in an inn room, of course.
The bar patrons continued their drunken revelry, and the werewolf was tempted to join them. She looked towards the far end of the room, where she saw Sir Emerick, trying his best to stay awake. Undoubtedly, Genma's departure had made the knight more wary of any of them possibly running away. She didn't care though. Rather than lie back down, she got up and put on her boots, not bothering with the rest of her armor, save for her bodysuit, cloak and pauldrons, as well as her headpiece. She strode past the other beds, where most of the others were sleeping, and locked eyes with Sir Emerick. The knight straightened himself and glared. Sylvia narrowed her eyes at him, before sticking her tongue out and slipping through the doorway, daring him to stop her.
"Edelstein, if you're thinking of taking off-..." Emerick began, but Sylvia swiftly cut him off.
"Bold of you to assume that I'm actually escaping. If you're looking for a coward, look elsewhere," she growled, before turning her back and leaving to join the patrons downstairs.
***
Sylvia returned upstairs before the sun was up, after most of the patrons had staggered off in their drunken haze. She had a couple of bleeding cuts above her right eyebrow, her lip was split, and a fresh bruise was beginning to blossom on her left cheek. One of the patrons had nabbed her headpiece off her head, remarking that it would fetch a tidy sum in Zielmore's black market. Not wanting to negotiate or deal with the bastard, she punched him, and started a loud, violent brawl in the process. Being that the patrons involved were mostly magical humans, she easily overpowered them physically, but that didn't mean that they didn't come unarmed, and she didn't walk away unscathed.
Only an hour or so later, the sunlight began streaming through the window. Not being able to sleep to begin with, Sylvia rose and made her way to the bathroom to wash herself. She cleaned her cuts as best she could, before putting on her armor and making her way downstairs.
Gone was the mess that she had partially been responsible for just a while ago. Instead, there was a large breakfast buffet set out for them. Sylvia immediately made her way towards the meats, rare with a good amount of blood, naturally, and selected a variety of cuts to pile on her plate. She noticed that the princess and Lyn, as well as the vampire, were already present. As she dug in, and the rest arrived, she noticed a couple of magical royal carriages waiting outside the inn, with several members of the Zielmore royal guard watching them. She couldn't read the runes on the carriage, but she knew the guards' uniforms well enough to recognize that they were royal guards.
"Traveling in style, huh? Nice." She remarked between bites of rare meat. It did not take long for everyone to finish eating, herself included, and within an hour, they were being ushered towards the carriages.
The Drunken Wench
Sylvia never was the soundest sleeper. She sat on the small, lumpy bed that the inn provided, dressed in nothing but a eyes wide open as she looked out the window and at the crescent moon. It wasn't the bed at all - far from it, actually. She was all too used to being made to sleep on worse things. During her first several years in the Thieves' guild, she wasn't even afforded the luxury of a bed - she had to make do with sleeping on the floor, near the dying embers of the makeshift stove. Not to mention, being a Thief meant nighttime runs. She was a night wolf, and sleep was just something she learned to do without, save for brief naps at most. Not to mention, more exciting things happened at night in general - aside from being cooped up in an inn room, of course.
The bar patrons continued their drunken revelry, and the werewolf was tempted to join them. She looked towards the far end of the room, where she saw Sir Emerick, trying his best to stay awake. Undoubtedly, Genma's departure had made the knight more wary of any of them possibly running away. She didn't care though. Rather than lie back down, she got up and put on her boots, not bothering with the rest of her armor, save for her bodysuit, cloak and pauldrons, as well as her headpiece. She strode past the other beds, where most of the others were sleeping, and locked eyes with Sir Emerick. The knight straightened himself and glared. Sylvia narrowed her eyes at him, before sticking her tongue out and slipping through the doorway, daring him to stop her.
"Edelstein, if you're thinking of taking off-..." Emerick began, but Sylvia swiftly cut him off.
"Bold of you to assume that I'm actually escaping. If you're looking for a coward, look elsewhere," she growled, before turning her back and leaving to join the patrons downstairs.
***
Sylvia returned upstairs before the sun was up, after most of the patrons had staggered off in their drunken haze. She had a couple of bleeding cuts above her right eyebrow, her lip was split, and a fresh bruise was beginning to blossom on her left cheek. One of the patrons had nabbed her headpiece off her head, remarking that it would fetch a tidy sum in Zielmore's black market. Not wanting to negotiate or deal with the bastard, she punched him, and started a loud, violent brawl in the process. Being that the patrons involved were mostly magical humans, she easily overpowered them physically, but that didn't mean that they didn't come unarmed, and she didn't walk away unscathed.
Only an hour or so later, the sunlight began streaming through the window. Not being able to sleep to begin with, Sylvia rose and made her way to the bathroom to wash herself. She cleaned her cuts as best she could, before putting on her armor and making her way downstairs.
Gone was the mess that she had partially been responsible for just a while ago. Instead, there was a large breakfast buffet set out for them. Sylvia immediately made her way towards the meats, rare with a good amount of blood, naturally, and selected a variety of cuts to pile on her plate. She noticed that the princess and Lyn, as well as the vampire, were already present. As she dug in, and the rest arrived, she noticed a couple of magical royal carriages waiting outside the inn, with several members of the Zielmore royal guard watching them. She couldn't read the runes on the carriage, but she knew the guards' uniforms well enough to recognize that they were royal guards.
"Traveling in style, huh? Nice." She remarked between bites of rare meat. It did not take long for everyone to finish eating, herself included, and within an hour, they were being ushered towards the carriages.