Orithia- Skull & Shackles
The Geisha stalks deliberatrly into town with a purseful of Smythee gold. She ignores the stares and walks with her face held high, for once not in pride but in determination. Cluthced in her hand a small scrap of parchment written in a deep red ink starkly resembling bood. She turns in to the Black Candle and reappears sometime later looking considerably more content.
Still clutching the paper she climbs a small bluff outside the walls and plucks one of the small speckled brown feather from a leather string on her boot. She holds it delicately between her thumb and fore finger in the light breeze and lets go. It stands deadly still against the wind, until she claps; a small agile bird hops down into her cupped hands beneath. Next the Kepician secures the tightly bound parchment to its leg before lifting it into the air releasing it north onto the southern winds, whispering in Auran as in tweets back happily.
Once the messenger is out of sight she lifts the very bottom of her delicate silks so as not to trip but careful not to expose the high leather boots beneath and strolls past the excitable children and confused witnesses back into the fortress.