“I… don't know, maybe,” Nura said, regarding Bash's pondering. She looked down at her drink, remembering that night, one memory in particular. One of the brutes busted the cabin door in just after Nura had hidden the child away. He took hold of Nura's wrist, pulling her towards him. But she fought back, something he wasn't expecting. She might not have been any match for him, having had no experience in combat and being far smaller and weaker, but she managed to hurt him, and push him away from her. He grabbed at her as he stumbled back, but only managed to get a fistful of cloth. One of Nura's hip scarves was ripped off, and then suddenly, before the pirate hit the ground, he had vanished… hip scarf still in hand.
“I'm certain there was magic used, though,” Nura added. It was an important piece of information, she knew she could not keep it to herself. The rest of it, however, was a story she did not wish to share.
Nura's deep indigo eyes shifted quickly up to Bash when he pointed out that she had said she lost everything. Her lips fell open, as if she were going to try to come up with an excuse or concoct a lie to try to cover it up, but she didn't. Her shoulders slumped, ever so slightly, and she silently nodded.
“Yes, they took everything. While much of it has some sentimental value, there are two things in particular that I grieve to lose… a hip scarf of my mother's that she gave to me before she died, and an oil lamp,” Nura elaborated. There was great despair in her tone, and the pain was clearly etched on her face.
“I promise, I can and will pay you,” Nura quickly insisted, her voice very nearly a plea. Mercenaries were not often known to do charity work, and quite often demanded at least half of the payment before even beginning a job. Bash now knew she had nothing, and she feared such knowledge would cause him to get up from his seat and leave the tavern, giving her no aid at all.
A tear threatened to spill down her cheek when he rose. But he offered to pay for a night's rest at Harlow's and said he was prepared for what was to come. With a relieved sigh, almost sounding like a chuckle, Nura rose and followed Bash out into the night, heading towards Harlow's.
“Thank-you for taking the job. But I do not need you to pay for my lodging, I can take care of myself,” Nura insisted. She had been traveling alone for quite some time, and always managed just fine. The last thing she wanted was for someone she owed to pay for something she could do with just a bit of work. “I do appreciate the offer, though.”
Soon enough they were standing outside of Harlow's. Nura stopped, and looked up at Bash, almost afraid that once she bid him good night, she would never see him again. But she could not let the fear of possibilities ruin her. She needed to get to work to make at least enough money for a room, as well as any travel expenses they might come across. The sound of a glass shattering and an eruption of cheers, jaunts, and shouts came from within the tavern. It promised to be a good night in terms of money at least.
“Go, see to your business with that book. I will see to our expenses. Let us meet here again just after sunrise.”
With that, Nura made her way into the tavern, found the tavern keep, and offered to give him ten percent of anything she made if he allowed her to dance that night. It was no skin off the tavernkeep's back, he eagerly accepted. Her boots crunched on the shattered glass as she made her way to the center of the room, and began to dance.
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The next morning, just as the run was rising she made her way to the bar, where she thanked the tavenkeep, who quickly bundled up some food for her to take with her and told her to come back any time. As she was making her way out of the tavern, she had to step around drunkards that had passed out in their seats and on the floor. One young man groaned and looked up at her as she was stepping around him, and he grabbed the hem of her skirts to take hold of her attention.
“Mmm…are you a goddess?” he asked, eyes still blurred, and voice still slurred.
“You are too kind,” Nura politely replied.
“The way you move, the way you look…” his head was starting to clear. “I must paint you!” He quickly tried to get up, but fumbled. Clearly he was a painter, spots of colored paint freckled his hands.
“Shhh,” Nura coaxed, setting a hand on his shoulder. “Some other time, I am quite busy today.”
“Promise?” the man asked, settling back down. Nura gave him a reassuring smile, but gave no word. His eyes slid shut once more, and she was free to go.
She stepped out to look over the bay. There was a chill in the morning air, so Nura set down the bundle of food she had been given and untied a scarf from around her hips to re-tie it around her shoulders.