Ch 3.15: Odds
<span style="font-weight:400">It was a pleasant walk. ina knew that she probably should have told the others where she was going. She wasn’t lying to them, not in her mind at least, but she wasn’t going to tell them until she’d already done it. If she said anything now they’d just try and stop her. Once she was back she’d let them know, and everything would be fine. <i><span style="font-weight:400">If I make it back. </i><span style="font-weight:400">No, she was definitely going to make it back, surely, guaranteed, probably.
<span style="font-weight:400">She left the castle grounds, heading towards the town alone for the first time. It had threatened to rain earlier, so much so that ina’s fencing lesson had been cancelled, but those clouds had moved on in the early afternoon, leaving a nice open sky and a chill to the air that was refreshing rather than biting, only a bare hint of dark clouds off in the distant north. That wasn’t the direction ina wanted to think about though.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was her first time leaving the school alone, she realized. She hadn’t even left the building alone since the first time she snuck out to the cave, and even then Carly had actually been following her, so she hadn’t really been alone.
<span style="font-weight:400">That also meant it was her first real time out of her home vige alone. That idea had scared her half to death before Char had picked her up, seemed like one of the most terrifying things in the world, but at this point it was merely a curiosity, a slight wonder how she hadn’t actually managed to do it herself yet.
<span style="font-weight:400">The trip into town took quite a bit longer than she expected, over an hour without a carriage, but she enjoyed it nheless. There was a time when walking that long up and down a hill would’ve worn her out, but those days were over as well. As she approached, the bustling town itself still amazed her, caused her to wonder what a “city” even was if this vast sprawl of two and three story buildings, almost all made of expertly crafted wood, didn’t qualify.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was a degree of anonymity as she walked the streets, d in on of the few dresses she’d brought on the trip, a casual yellow affair that she thought fit the spring afternoon, Carly’s leather satchel thrown over her shoulder. No one could recognize her by the uniform this time, at least. Some fifty people or so in the town would’ve seen her that night the week prior, but there were clearly hundreds living in the town, far more than than attended Endrin, so the odds of running into one of them were low.
<span style="font-weight:400">The red light district wasn’t any nicer in the daytime, really. The smell in the air changed from the earthy smells she was familiar with into something far more vile, dirt and cow droppings giving way to stale booze and dried vomit from the night before. ina had never thought she’d miss the smell of cow shit, but here she was.
<span style="font-weight:400">She wasn’t sure what she expected as she approached Mirage’s nondescript entryway. She did have to doublecheck her surroundings to make sure it was the right facade, and the unmarked door, unguarded as well this time, still gave her pause, but she was convinced she had the right ce, and thus pressed onward, pushing the door open and peering inside.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mirage in the daytime looked about like what she expected. The crystal lights were all at full st, no eerie, colored lighting like during the night, and there were no patrons either, just a handful of workers walking around, some carrying tables and chairs, some sweeping, some stocking drinks at the bar. It was almost too normal for what ina knew was probably the most central point of debauchery for many miles, especially when she also knew it was a front for possibly thergest criminal element in the same area as well.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shein herself stood in the center of the room, leaning over the shoulder of a worker holding a board and pen, nodding along as the worker spoke, asionally pointing at the paper. ina recognized the worker too, Mille, the second-tost opponent ina had dueled, and presumably Shein’s right-hand woman.
<span style="font-weight:400">ina pushed through the entryway and into the main club area. Two bouncers who had been chatting amongst themselves finally noticed her and herck of club uniform, one walking over with a pounding gait, saying, “Hey, who do you think—”
<span style="font-weight:400">His words and stride halted at the same time, meeting her eyes, the look on her face telling her he knew <i><span style="font-weight:400">exactly</i><span style="font-weight:400"> who she thought she was. But he didn’t resume moving, didn’t threaten to kick her out, the only sound from that direction being his fellow bouncer muttering, “Naked Sword Demon,” under his breath.
<span style="font-weight:400">ina turned to the ground, closing her eyes and trying to fight the blood rushing to her face. The odds of her being recognized outside had indeed been low, and she’d made peace with that at the time, but in the casino itself the odds were stacked against her indeed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“ina, darling,” Shein’s voice said from across the room. ina looked up at the mention of her name, seeing the proprietress sauntering over, a grimacing Mille following up just behind her. “I half expected to never see you again. Not that I wanted that, but I certainly didn’t expect to see you this soon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">ina was struck by the sight of the woman again, despite knowing at least part of it was an illusion. The tight, short blue dress on her body was certainly the most nightlife-like thing ina had seen on her walk, pulling Shein’s chest together, leaving nothing of the shape of her body to the imagination. ina couldn’t help but wonder just how much of everything was an illusion, which was really Shein. <i><span style="font-weight:400">And how did she put the illusion on my eyes before she saw me? </i><span style="font-weight:400">“We need to talk about something,” she said, burying the other thought forter.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shein’s yful smile faltered a bit, sensing the seriousness in ina’s voice. “Very well. Come to my office. Mille, see to it those shipments aren’t dyed any further.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mille bowed. “Yes ma’am,” she said, still eyeing ina.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Right this way,” Shein said, turning around and walking back to her office. The sight of it was already making ina have a harder time focusing than she wanted.