The southern parts of the country flourished during the spring season and summer months, the weather was warmer and friendlier here, and Marigold Town’s picturesque scenery was the complete opposite to Dahlia’s grim landscape and ghastly weather. Nuala Nazari was resting beneath a tree, on top of a wooden bench. If she opened her eyes, she could see the endless farmlands surrounding Marigold, the forests that led home and the little splashes of sunlight that fell past the tree crown and sizzled down on her pale skin. But she wasn’t opening her eyes; the thief had fallen into a slumber, and was now comfortably dozing off under the midday sun.
There were no sounds except for the occasional breeze and the silence that surrounded her was very much appreciated. The Voidling’s travels had led her far across the lands, and the little peace of mind she now experienced made the long journey seem worth it. It was quiet in the realm and Nuala was finally resting easy. The heat increased by the time the sun reached its solar apex, but the warmth was no issue to the savannan-born woman. If anything, she missed the high temperatures, dry air and amber skies of her home country and was looking forward to summer.
Nuala was still napping when a gust of air carried a single piece of paper her way and smacked it into the woman’s face. Startled by the sudden attack, the rogue squealed and reached under her dress to grab both her daggers, only to facepalm at the fact that she had been spooked by basically nothing. Even when there was no need for her to be armed, she never left the house without her weapons, regardless of how safe she felt. Nuala wasn’t in Marigold for work or a quest, but rather on some sort of vacation from her otherwise busy life. Her attire, a cutesy flower dress and the long hair she wore in a braid revealed nothing of the thief’s true profession – and it hid her knives well.
She fetched the paper and began inspecting it. Nothing ever happened in Marigold, so its contents greatly surprised her. As if, she thought to herself while inspecting the bounty letter she was now holding in her hands. Kenzo Valens’ face graced its front page and beneath his picture stood an impressive (and ridiculously high) amount of jewels – the prize for his head.
2,000,000+ Jewels. The Advent World mercenary had racked up a sizable amount of cash in his career as–well, whatever it was that he did for a living–and Nuala read the paper over and over again, for she was in complete disbelief at what the man had allegedly done. Kenzo clearly wasn’t a hitman–their last encounter, which she remembered fondly, had proven as much–and the things he was being charged with and accused of were far more ridiculous than she could have ever imagined.
Observe everything, admire nothing, Nuala told herself.
Kenzo Valens was (partially) to blame for the extinction of one of the country’s rarest species of fish. And he was here, in Marigold. Nuala’s cheeks visibly reddened at the mere thought of him getting caught doing something forbidden to a bunch of poor fish and while she was entirely clueless as to what exactly had gone down, the fact that he had gotten caught while breaking the law put the woman in a delightful mood.
Without hesitation the Voidling was up on her feet and running back towards the town. If he was truly here, then she would find him and perhaps teach him a thing or two about staying hidden during crimes and getting rid of witnesses afterwards. Nuala held on to the bounty letter as well, for there was a lot of money involved and the mischievous woman had already constructed a plan so they could both benefit from this alluring sum of money.
Finding Kenzo proved harder than the last time they had met (perhaps the blue haired male had learned his lesson after all) and it was only thanks to his noticeable blade–a fine piece of otherworldly craftsmanship–that she was able to spot and follow him amidst the crowd. He was more or less cloaked, but his sword left no doubt in Nuala’s mind. When he turned into an empty alley, the soundless Voidling chased him down and reached out with her hands to cover both of his eyes from behind him.
“You have committed crimes against Fiore and all of its fish! What can you say in your defense?”