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Grandma's cookies really hit the sweet spot. Even though Alisa had to stop her from giving her the whole platter, the little lunchbox she took along all but provided a whole lunch on their own, and considering who made them she doubted that might actually make for a healthy meal. That said, she wasn't the kind of person who could in good conscience forgo a proper lunch. She'd spent too much time training, honing and sculpting her body into the beautiful temple it was now to throw it all away with poor eating habits... Even if she couldn't stop herself from devouring all but three of cookies, mustering her willpower to save them for dessert.
Sitting in the middle of the park at near lunch time gave her a rather decent view of the nearby foot trucks, at least three of them that she could spot, and some of the people lining up for their turn to order, most of them looking like they were in quite a rush. Understandably so as most of them were on the clock, and none of them were like Alisa who had her own hours. So she walked up towards a sandwich truck, looking over the alternatives. She wasn't hungry enough to eat at a proper restaurant, so she just ordered a small egg and tuna sandwich
Just enough to maker her feel like she had eaten something resembling a proper meal, before munching down on the last three remaining cookies for dessert.
"Now, time to go back to work.", mumbled Alisa, thinking out loud as she wiped her mouth and stood back up, dusting off her coat too. This next job had her working for a local noble family, meaning it would no doubt well paid... Or not... But she could at least expect this payment to be reliable and efficent if she fulfilled their needs.
Finding the location was as easy as taking candy from a baby... It's a huge castle, smack dab right in the middle of Orchidia. This time, she had no need to meet up with the employer beforehand as the job request had indeed been quite clear about she needed to do. Stand guard outside and wait for a notorious satanist and doomsayer to come by. This family was hosting an event for other noble houses, and even the locals found this guy funny, they knew having him around would leave a bad impression on the guests. On the other hand, getting a bunch of big buff guards to forcefull remove a frail, crippled old man would also bring shame on the family should their guests see it, and make them look like heartless, autharitarian rulers.
And for a noble family, their reputation is paramount, being closely related to their actual power, and how much they need to rely on others to hold on to it...
Alisa had a good bit of time to ponder on the very nature of political power, as the village idiot took his sweet time showing his face. Had he changed his mind about appearing, she wondered?