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The creaky wooden door of the tavern suddenly burst open, a feminine silhouette standing in the dark doorway which acted as a frame to the picturesque night sky behind her. Her features were not apparent until she stepped into the light, her brilliantly emerald eyes standing out in a tan face splattered with blood that had stained her long wheat-toned curls of hair red in odd places.
Her thin-lipped expression seemed misplaced in her soft face, nimble fingers quickly sheathing her blade before she entered into the tavern walls. The leather sword belt hung low on her hips, not matching the simplistic forest green dress of a middle-class woman whooshing around her ankles as she strode quickly over to the bar. After placing dusty hands on the chipped wooden tabletop, she leaned in to whisper to the bartender in a low voice, "Your strongest ale please and a pale of water before that."
The bartender raised his brows at the request of the second item but nodded nonetheless. His eyes scrutinized her appearance as he looked her over from head to toe before turning to find her what she needed. Azra threw two gold coins over the counter, then made her way to a secluded corner booth near the hearth that crackled with orange flame.
After falling into her seat, the female's head dropped into her hands. A few seconds passed as she remained there, drooped shoulders eventually lifting as she let out a deep sigh.
It had to be done. All I need is a quick moment to clean up then I'll be out of here.
The bartender arrived shortly after that, heaving a bucket filled with cool, clear water to the ground at her feet before placing an ale mug in front of her.
Azra drained the mug, then got to work splashing the water onto her face. Drops of bloodied water fell back into the bucket as she cleaned her face, turning the previously crystalline liquid into a red-brown mixture.
Her thin-lipped expression seemed misplaced in her soft face, nimble fingers quickly sheathing her blade before she entered into the tavern walls. The leather sword belt hung low on her hips, not matching the simplistic forest green dress of a middle-class woman whooshing around her ankles as she strode quickly over to the bar. After placing dusty hands on the chipped wooden tabletop, she leaned in to whisper to the bartender in a low voice, "Your strongest ale please and a pale of water before that."
The bartender raised his brows at the request of the second item but nodded nonetheless. His eyes scrutinized her appearance as he looked her over from head to toe before turning to find her what she needed. Azra threw two gold coins over the counter, then made her way to a secluded corner booth near the hearth that crackled with orange flame.
After falling into her seat, the female's head dropped into her hands. A few seconds passed as she remained there, drooped shoulders eventually lifting as she let out a deep sigh.
It had to be done. All I need is a quick moment to clean up then I'll be out of here.
The bartender arrived shortly after that, heaving a bucket filled with cool, clear water to the ground at her feet before placing an ale mug in front of her.
Azra drained the mug, then got to work splashing the water onto her face. Drops of bloodied water fell back into the bucket as she cleaned her face, turning the previously crystalline liquid into a red-brown mixture.