So far, lurking about in the alienage wasn’t too terrible, she got to meet some interesting people, though their state was rather deplorable. Because of what she was, Sarah was accepted and even befriended a few ladies that helped her get clothes that were a bit more suitable for a woman. No longer would she run around in pants two sizes too big or in a tunic that was oversize as well.
Now, with the bit of coin she had left over from doing odd jobs here and there, Sarah was able to afford a proper cloak, since the last one was disposed of back in the Gallows. Her hair had seen a good combing session and styled modestly though left a few ringlets to frame her face and hide pointed ears. She wasn’t too difficult to spot however, since her cloak was as scarlet as her hair.
So when her courrier went asking for her at The Hanged Man, he knew that she would be easily seen. Sarah often came here to listen to conversation, learning a bit more of Kirkwall from stories that were shared between the tavern’s patrons. She sat alone tonight and was about to take her leave, when the male came to her table and placed a sealed piece of paper before her. Looking up, it was the messenger from days before! This was rather unexpected.
“Please, don’t send me back there, don’t think he was all too happy in getting your letter.” He scratched the back of his head and shifted uncomfortably after remembering the words shared between he and the First Enchanter.
Perplexed, Sarah raised her brows and took the piece of paper in her hands, “Strange, I thought he would be rather pleased to get it, well, thank you for that. Worry not, I don’t think I will need your services any time too soon.” Standing up, she tapped the paper to his nose, which made him frown.
“Some affair..”
Sarah heard the man while she was heading out the door, but stopped to look past her cloaked shoulder to offer the messenger a coquettish smile, “The best kind.” With a wave of farewell, she was nearly out the door, but couldn’t truly wait to get home to read the letter.
Ah, so the First Enchanter wasn’t happy with the letter! Maybe she used a bit too much perfume, maybe he was allergic. It could have been a number of things. With a deep breath, she broke the seal and prepared herself for the worst.
His letter, from the very first line, spoke the opposite of what the messenger had said.
Scrawled in messy, barely readable cursive;
Dear ‘Favorite’ Redhead,
I am beyond words to express how relieved I am to hear you are not only alive, but well! Worry has been gripping these old bones of mine since I allowed you to brave those caverns unarmed and alone. But I do not wish to bore you.
I do not want you to ever brave the Gallows just to check in on me, dear. The most that ever happens here is my heated arguments with the Knight Commander. Live well!
-O
Well, this was rather unexpected. Sarah figured he was in quite the hurry to write this letter, for she had to read it twice to understand what was written down. Looking up, and to the right corner of her eyes, Sarah couldn’t help the smile that was slowly creeping up on her features.
Heading down the street, the parchment was folded neatly as she chuckled to herself, “Maybe I should have added that lipstick stain at the end,” quietly she said to herself. The mischief in her eyes sparked again and the summoner bit her lip. He really thinks I am not bold enough to walk right in there. Oh, my old fellow, you really have no idea..