Jaded Jinx
Barrel Rider
Beneath the streets of Novigrad
If someone had been lurking in the dreary muck pooling beneath the streets of Novigrad, they would have seen a young girl with fair hair, dressed in armor with twin swords on her back. But, no one would have seen, for the sewers were only for the dead, the dying, and monsters. The young girl was none of these and despite her outward appearance, Elka Tufala was nearly eighty. She walked slowly, boots already splattered with scum as she moved deeper into the twisting maze of tunnels and passageways. The air was thick and heavy with smells and moisture. Any light that would have filtered in through grates in the ceiling was diluted by the heavy fog that had been hanging over the city sense the night before.
She stopped now, tilting her head to listen. Sound behaved differently in the enclosed space of the sewers; noise from the streets trickled in, bounce around and mixed with what was coming form deeper under the city. She turned down a passage, following the the faint sent of earth and mushrooms to a spot where the floor had collapsed into a deeper section of the sewers. Elka crouched at the edge, inspecting the dirt and muck around the hole.
Rat, dog, ah, a ghoul? Old though... long gone by now. Ah, webbed toes. That's what I'm looking for... drowners. Elka started to stand when she barley noticing the slightly impression of a shoe. People running around down here as well? And she had thought only witchers had enough time on their hands to wander around in sewers. Smirking at her own jest, she pulled a small bottle form a pouch and wiggled the cork free before drinking the content. It was only a few moments for the potion to take affect. The sewers faded, loosing the little color they had and appeared suddenly brighter to her Cat enhanced eyes. With that, she dropped into the hole. She landed with a splash and casually flicked the water from where it had spattered onto her hands as her eyes darted around the space. Another tunnel, rounded ceilings and rounded floors but distinctly older masonry; how deep did this underground labyrinth go? Only having two directions, she following the faint flow of water lighting hopping back and forth over the stream as she went.
The footprint made her worry, well, worry as much as she could worry... which wasn't much. She wouldn't have noticed it if she had been looking so it must have been old or... someone of fleet footing. Had Rudrid tried to send someone else down here before he had hired her? Rudrid was a city guard of some rank but not high enough to have an extra title. Elka had been stopped at the gates, two imposing men who ha taken offense when she wasn't intimidated by their glares.
"Dismount!" Ordered the one who was as thick as a keg of ale.
Elka had waited just long enough that they thought she might decline before dropped to the ground beside her dapple gray stallion. "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" She seemed even smaller on the ground next to large animal.
"You a halfing?" The other asked but it sounded more like an accusation. Elka gave him a look, recognizing their armor and arms were that of the city guard.
"What does my linage have to do with anything?"
" 'Aven't you heard? Novigrad's protected by the Eternal fire. Witches and non-humans are to be burnt at the stake! So answer the question! What are ya?"
"I may be short but I am surely not that short. What do I look like to you?" She asked, putting on an innocent and perplexed expression. She quickly formed her fingers in the sign of axii where it couldn't be seen. She didn't push hard, just a little nudge to leave them feeling receptive to answering rather than asking the questions.
"You look like a child." The large one said darkly.
"A child? But my armor is fitted and my horse is more than an child could own."
"A noblewoman then..." The other said hesitantly.
"A noblewoman? With two swords on her back and a medallion 'round her neck?"
"Witchers carry swords on their backs..." The one who was not large said.
His second elbowed him hard. "An't no lady witchers, you dunce."
"Aye, an't no such thing as lady witchers." Elka said with a wolfish grin.
"Oi! What are you two doing mucking about?!" A third man yelled as he approached the group. Elka smiled at him, completely amused but the expression looked rather odd in the situation. The two guards stiffened to attention. "I said, what are you two doing?"
"Sir! The lady has no papers!"
The third man, who was Rudrid, turn and scrutinized Elka. It was only a brief moment before his eyes widened. Unlike the other two men, Rudrid had look close enough to see the slit pupils set in an uncharacteristic chocolate. With the realization he was addressing a witcher, Rudrid quickly dismissed the guards back to their post and invited the witcher... the witcheress inside out of the fog to discuss business over an ale.
Elka felt a crawling sensation up her spine as she stepped into a open space where countless tunnels meet. She stood motionless, talking and drinks forgotten. She drew her silver sword in a slow motions, the blade soundlessly sliding over the well oiled sheath. Something was near by, but she couldn't quite pin down where.
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edit: I put in the missing bit about axii
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