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Wind	The docks were busy as usual the noise and crowds almost overwhelming as ships are loading and unloading, the smells from all over creation mix with the stench of the city. In one spot of quiet down an alley Wind stands over three men, two on their back, one of his knees while three of her crew stand guard at the alley entrance. Wind gives the man on his knees a kick in the ribs, "It takes a particular kind of stupidity to rob a tavern under my protection, you lot get one warning if I ever catch you in my patch again you'll be getting a tour of the riverbed." She picks up a bag and tosses it to one of her crew, "See that gets back to Nora with my apologies."
Flint	At the entrance to the alley appears another woman, this one not a part of Wind's crew, who probably towers over most of them, and has the muscles to more than match her height. She's wearing a sturdily reinforced buff jacket, the sort that heavy infranty often wear, and she's carrying a spear that's rest lazily against her shoulder, definitely not held in a threatening way. Despite her size, and the scars that suggest she has seen her share of fights, she looks relaxed. Almost excessively so. "Sounds like I might have missed an interesting story," she says, sounding a bit disappointed.
Wind	Wind turns towards the woman giving her an appraising looks seemingly unfazed by the height difference, "nothing too interesting, bunch of kids decided they'd try their hands at larceny, didn't bother to check who might have an interest in their target and paid the price. Could have gone plenty worse for them all told."
Flint	The stranger's eyes crinkle at the corners as a lazy smile slips onto her lips. "Ah," she says, standing off to one side of the entrance to the alley, making it clear people can come and go. "A tale as old as time. It pays to know who you're pissing off before you start doing it." She looks at Wind's goons, then at Wind, all of it kind of appraising, but also not really concerned. "How'd you come by that job, anyhow?"
Wind	"By proactively seeking opportunities to provide my services, here it's protection. Normally I take more of a back seat but today wasn't their lucky day, not that they'd have stood much of a chance against my crew but those are the breaks. Wind leans against a wall the stranger seemed like they might be a chat and she hadn't any other plans today.
Flint	"I've got to admit," says Flint, leaning against the wall, arms crossing. "That actually sounds like a job that's both really easy and ridiculously boring. Sitting around waiting usually is that way, though. That's most of what being a soldier ends up being, mixed in with moments of pants-shitting terror, but then you're usually up against people who are trained to fight back." She jerks her thumb the way of the hapless would-be ruffians that got told what was what. "Not idiot kids."
Wind	Wind shifts a bit pulling an beautifully carved arrow from her quiver in a smooth, practiced motion before spinning it between her fingers. "oh don't worry, I find my excitement where I can and you don't need to tell me about the life of a soldier. If they had met any other boss in the city those boys would be dead or worse instead they learned a lesson."
Flint	"If they don't heed the lesson, they'll probably end up dead or worse anyway," Flint says, nodding regretfully. "You may have done them a favor, of sorts, but they'll probably never thank you for it. People rarely do." Her eyes follow the spinning arrow. "You used to be a soldier too?" she asks. This might be a dangerous question, given her Linowan accent. And looks.
Wind	"then they'll deserve it, not many second chances in Creation these days more fool them if they waste it." Wind considers the question, meeting the womans eyes with a thoughtful pause. Considering her hair despite neing shaved close to her head was distinctly green along with her crews. "Used to be, then got burned one too many times and now I look after me and mine."
Flint	"No doubt about that," Flint says with a shrug. "Second chances are rare enough, and those who squander them probably deserve whatever comes of that." She makes a thoughtful hmmm when Wind mentions being burned one too many times, then nods as if in understanding. "I'm in much the same situation," she admits. "Though I still act as a spear for hire. At least now I do it with enough reputation that people know what happens to those who double-cross me. It cuts down on how often it happens again."
Wind	Wind considers this for a moment, "Well you seem capable enough and as it happens I'm occaisionally in need of warriors. my crew may not all relish the thought of working with a Limowan but I'll guarantee their behaviour if you'd be interested?"
Flint	Flint tilts her head slightly as she considers the offer, then smiles a bit impishly. "If your crew starts something with me, I'll finish it," she says. "I'd rather not have to kill anybody, though." She sure does sound confident in herself, but she says it all with a very matter-of-fact tone, like she takes for granted the fact that she wouldn't be in any danger. "My rates are pretty steep, though. You may find it easier to hire me for a task, rather than on retainer. Most people don't want to pay me to sit around and do nothing, at least for what I charge."
Wind	Wind smiles quite familiar with exactly that confidence, "that was my plan, as it happens I have a job coming up leave me a place i can getvword to you and I'll be in touch, if you're as good as you seem to think you are it'll be a nice payday, if you aren't you'll likely end up dead."
Flint	"I'll be around," Flint says, flashing a grin. "Ask around about the giant Linowan bard and I'm sure someone will know where to find me." She pushes away from the wall and extends a hand toward Wind. "I'm Posala Eyes-of-Flint," which is fitting, given the color of her eyes, but as easily as she smiles they sure don't have the hardness of it. "Most everyone just calls me Flint."
Wind	Wind glides from the wall the arrow seemingly dissapears back into the quiver as she takes Flint's hand, "My name's Wind, well it's been a pleasure Flint but I must be off, I'll be in touch." with that Wind gives a bow then turns to leave.
Flint	Flint gives a firm handshake, but not one with anything to prove, and then turns to head off. She waves as she goes. "Take care!" she calls back. And then, a few strides later, she starts singing quietly to herself, her capable voice disappearing into the crowds just as she does.