Alie walked in, looking as if she had been without the simple pleasures for a while. A set of gooseberry green eyes scanned the Penance. It had been a few years since the last time she entered these doors and had simply slid out without even a word. She preferred not to get close or have ties, it made the Merc life easier, nothing to use against you in the event shit hit the fan. Thankfully, as rough as some of her missions had gotten the worst had been a major scrape between some werewolves that had tried to make her employer dinner for their disrespect. She hated the body guard role, but it paid well. She was relieved to see this place though as she was in need of rest, to cleanup, hot food and a damn good drink.
Her last mission had been playing body guard to a spoiled snot nosed Lord's son as he ventured, the little bastard had even laid a hand upon her ass. She had to restrain her reaction to not remove his hand for his audacity, but had given him an ear full he would never forget. Damn kid was only 13 and already vulgar. On the way back from their trip to the lord's manor, a rival had jumped the caravan. She defended the kid successfully, but not without the caravan losing several good women and men. The kid wanted to leave their bodies to rot, she put a stop to that, the good people deserved to be brought back to their loved ones or buried properly. As they were still several days trek out, bringing them without having every predator hot for their caravan would be foolish. So, they took the remainder of the day to bury the dead and tend to the injured. The rest of the trip went without problem and she was paid and sent on her way without an offer to clean up the dried dirt and blood from her body and gear. She probably stunk, no, she was sure of it.
She smirked softly, walking up to the bar counter "Hey Mok, can a girl get a means to clean up before she orders a damn good brew and food for her gullet after a tiring journey?" Her voice was soft, playful.
A single spectral hand appears behind the counter, pointing behind her to her right. Her green eyes followed the gesture to a door that was not there a few moments ago when she walked in. She nodded her appreciation, placing payment on the counter before heading for the door, silently wondering about this place. It was strange, but had its only story about the one who owned it and his band of merry men and women. She walked into the room and ran a hot bath, laying her only pair of clean clothes on the bed before emptying the dirty contents out to be washed later tonight. She stripped down and slid into the bath, savoring the heat on her sore body. Bruises decorated her side and back from the bandit fight only days prior. She was just relived to not have any broken bones.
Some time later, she woke as the water began to get cool on her skin. She had dozed in the tub; her stomach complained at resting in the tub before being filled. She dried, then dressed herself before tending to her laundry. Then walking out the room to get drink and food. She sat down at the bar, looking for the familiar spectral hands of the wraith. A tankard was placed in front of her from the shelf.
"Ah, there you are. Dragonfruit Rum and a stew with cornbread if you got it Mok?"
The hand reached for a tall clear bottle with a white and silver with hints of pinkish red on the label, pouring it into her glass after a few ice cubes clattered into the tankard. She nodded in appreciation, then drifted into her own thoughts as she waited for the fresh stew to be served. Her thoughts retreated to boot camp, the drill sergeant screaming in her ear that she was a pansy little girl that needed to tap out and pack her shit and leave. How the men were so offended by her and a few other women being there in their ranks. Fast forwarding to her adoption into the pirate ranks, how brutal the lessons were, her body still holding onto these ghostly memories with scars that would never fade like her memories could.