Humans Are Warriors: Chapter 1- Sic Semper Tyrannis

Minnora glanced between the two of them-- insistent and belligerent. They had put her in quite the position...
There didn't seem to be any arguing with them. But... they WERE paying, after all.

"Oh, fine," she caved, joining them at the bar, "I can wait around here for a little while longer."

"Huzzah!" She thrust both her arms up in celebration. "It is one of life's greatest joys to share drinks and companionship! A pleasure to meet ye! I am Nora!"

@market


Reynard drank gratefully, wiping his mouth discreetly as he listened before saying hesitatingly. 

"There is some sort of party at the house of one of the cities senators. As a noble, I have the right to visit and not be turned away. Perhaps asking directly will enable us to understand, master shaolin?" 

@inn


At the inn, a sudden sharp increase of noise that was not a party sound of any kind was heard from the corner, attracting attention.

"-No, I REFUSE TO BE SILENT!"

It looked to be a merchant, his face decked with the face paint of the Highlander caravans as he pointed in accusation at the person he was with.

"YOU SOLD ME GRAIN, ROTTING AND FIT FOR THE PIGS ALONE! IN ALL OUR TIME WORKING WITH YOU, YOU'VE NEVER CHEATED ME UNTIL NOW! SO WHATS CHANGED? OR DO I HAVE TO BEAT IT OUT OF YOU?!"

From the looks of the other foreigner merchants, it seems all of them were experiencing the same trouble.... How do the PC's react to this?


@manor


Senator Gaius laughed quietly before shaking his head.


"The Hassassin are skilled, but remove them from their deserts and they fall like other men. As to the ninja, gold has an allure to silence even the most stalwart person. Feed a dog enough and they stop barking, yes? And Rome will have need of them in future anyway."


He grinned, seemingly not noticing the red-clad muslim in the background as he added. 

"Times are changing. Scarcely a hundred and fifty years before, our legions were taken and sent to this new world by the hand of the Gods. But the heart of Rome beats in our breast nevertheless. A sound we hope to hear over all the land eventually."

Dara's keen, golden eyes took in the scene as it unfolded, from beginning to end. Her brows lowered with the bridge of her nose crinkling briefly before her features shifted neutral. A momentary expression of disgust. She'd heard the Romans were typically permissive of those within their domain. To a degree, naturally. Still, shan't let a few bad apples spoil the lot. Not all Romans were the same now were they? And maybe she could find out just why they were being like that. Perhaps something was happening here?

Never mind that. The monks that lingered after the display by the Roman, who had been disarmed by the careful words of the elder, drew her eyes. They weren't looking for trouble. She wasn't looking for trouble. Perhaps they could be friends. She was a newcomer in every sense of the word. Sanctuarium was a whole new world for her.

Curses upon the elders for setting her out like this.

Leaning forth from her idle position against a post under the shade, she set out toward the monks in a stride. The breeze acting upon her hair made it readily known she was a highlander to the unobservant. More so with the bow upon her back; one could deduce which clan she hailed from. Falling in place aside Dara; her lupine companion Airgead stalked ahead, invoking the fearsome visage dire wolves were renowned for. The silver sheen of her fur rippled as she moved, her muzzle lifting apart as she exhaled sharply amid her impromptu loping.

Dara uttered a soft yip, cutting short Airgead's approach as she took point. Sometimes, the wolf was eager. Too eager. Airgead was a tad bit protective, a quality appreciated by Dara. Still, Dara would take the lead and in scant moments, she was upon Basho and Reynard. Airgead stood at her side, tense, alert and at the ready, with dark green eyes scrutinizing any unwanted movement.

"Hello." Dara spoke, looking over the monks now that she was closer. She'd heard things in regard to the monks, how they were a spiritual people, good and wholesome. And more. Perhaps some of her knowledge was colored by the mannerism of her people and how they painted others beyond themselves. She could be elucidated here and now, gladly.

"A saw whit happened, alof it. Yer fine a take it?" She crossed her arms, and leaned to one side with a casual air about her person. Short and direct. Airgead was deathly silent, staring them now.

Hiroto smiled and nodded "The Ninja have always valued wealth over honor." He paused. sighed and then continued "That is what worries me. An alliance built on coins shifts like sand on the shore. As for the Hassassins; the truth of your words exposes your wisdom. However, no one expects rain in the desert; yet from time to time it does."
From the corner of his eye he gleaned the white locks of an obviously foreign woman. From garb he could tell she was no noble. Maybe she was someones guard. He signaled Fen to approach him and without hesitation she answered the call.
"Could you retrieve some white wine for the Senator and I?"
"I'm ashamed to say I do not know where the white wine is Hiroto-sama."
"Ah!" Hiroto sighed and smiled "Perhaps one of guards can retrieve it for us. They've probably had a sip by now."
With that, Fen moved swiftly to fulfill her task.