Being an assassin was a strange, strange thing. All too often, she found herself carrying belongings of the recently deceased in her side satchel – usually at the request of the client for whom she was carrying out the hit. Most of them requested a piece of jewelry or clothing, or some identifying item that the target usually carried. On occasion, she did experience a few… extreme requests. More than once a client had requested a finger, or a toe… and once she even had a woman request an eye. The left eye, to be precise.
The hit the resulted in the removal of the eye had been quite interesting. A woman had approached her with a contract. At first, Dalanesca saw nothing unusual about it – women put out contracts for many reasons: unfaithful husbands, women who were in the way of the men they loved… she could go on and on. But this woman… this one had been different. She wanted Dalanesca to kill her husband, but not for infidelity. She wanted her to kill him because he wanted her to bear his children, and she wanted nothing to do with it. The woman had gone on and on for nearly an hour about how perfect her body was (and to be frank, Dalanesca saw nothing special with the woman), and how having a child would ruin her and she would have no reason to live any longer.
Now, Dalanesca did not entirely agree with the woman’s reasoning behind wanting to put the contract on her husband’s life… but silver crescents were silver crescents and she wasn’t going to turn the offer down. She kept her comments to herself, and fulfilled the contract, bringing the woman her then-deceased husband’s eye in a glass jar. The woman was absolutely alive with excitement upon seeing the proof of her husband’s demise, and provided Dalanesca with a much larger reward than originally promised. It had been worth it. Weird, but worth it.
This return to the Winking Mermaid wasn’t wrought with such oddity. This client had only requested a ring be removed from the victim’s hand. She could feel the heavy opal encrusted piece in her satchel as she walked into the room, headed towards the central area of the bar. Scanning the environment around her, she noted that her client had not arrived yet. According to her calculations, Dalanesca was a bit early anyway, and decided to grab a drink while she awaited her client.
After a few moments she was served a tall flagon of mead. She took a few swigs, and as she drank her eyes fell upon a woman with gloved hands who seemed utterly disgusted with the other patrons of the bar. She watched her for a moment, wondering if it could be a potential client, but the way that the person carried herself proved otherwise. She was more likely to be of the same career type as she. Competition? That wouldn’t suffice. Time to put on my game face, she thought, smirking to herself as she walked towards the character. She lowered her hood so as not to seem too off putting, and walked right up to her.
Her eyes lined black with khol and lips ruby red, she commented to the other, feigning disgust (although she was not disgusted in the slightest – these foolish drunkards were generally the ones who freely spent their crescents on killing someone they had a mere disagreement with) as well. ”Kind of a sorry, sad lot, aren’t they?” she quipped, raising a dark eyebrow.