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"'Jeera! 'Jeera! Look wot I gots ya! Sparklies!!!"
Coilla's eager voice pierces through the general hubbub of a regular busy market day in down town Ahgram as Sajeera Varran, Adjutant of the Ahgram Foreign Legion wonders for the umpteenth time if talking the City Guards into not kill the rakish Goblin on sight.
The little Goblin lass is such a patchwork of conflicting... conflictions.
On the one hand she's as affectionate and eager to please as a young puppy and, although Sajeera as a Kurashasa would never admit to having fond feelings towards those, she finds it endearing to see how much energy the greenskin will put into finding something to please her friends.
As Sajeera watches the approach of the lithe body with that over sized Crossbow which seems more meant to chop down trees with or to death-stab drakes slung across her shoulders greatly aiding in Coilla's rapid progress through the crowd she can not help but wonder who may be missing some "sparklies" this time. While Coilla has a heart of Gold, that gold is purloined from other people for the most part. She does understand the concept of ownership, just not how it applies to things not being hers to redistribute as she sees fit.
"Heya squirt!"Sajeera calls as Coilla comes within range, "Let's step into this alleyway where it's less crowded and you less liable to stab to death someone with that 'Crossbow'of yours. What in earth possessed Archetype to give you that anyways?" and puts action to words. Not a moment too soon as her sharp cat-like eyes perceive a disturbance in the distance. Either the market Guards are now in pursuit, or Coilla forgot to wash of the poison off of her Crosbow's spikes, again and nicked someone, again. In either case, Sajeera will not be getting that Fresh Qa River Fish she'd been hoping to acquire at the stall across the Market. "I told yas, he perposed me. It's a 'Huntme Bow'. Snoogums wants me to track 'm down and marry 'm" The little Rogue explains with a patience more appropriate to an elder explaining about litter-boxes to the Kittens, than a young Goblin Rogue to a mature Disciple and Pride of the Kurashasa. Talking about litter-boxes, that Alley Tom slinking off behind them sure could have benefitted from some basic training in that department.
"So what did you get me?"asks Sajeera as she notices Coilla's attention already starting to drift off as the wind makes nearby brightly colored cloth sunscreens flutter and flash. Coilla is immediately back on track again though.. "Look 'Jeera!"She cries, as she holds up both hands to show their contents. "Oh dear" mutters Sajeera as she stares at what lies in Coilla's hands. "let me guess. The moment you saw that, you thought of me?"she mumbles as she frowns at what an amulet on a chain resembling a solid Platinum Kurashasa female Pride in profile. "You no like?" Coilla lets outs as she seems to deflate into abject misery and dejection. "Oh no! it's beautiful my dear"Sajeera quickly exclaims 'It's just. It brings back memories, of bad men who hurt me and tried to make me do things I did not want to, a long time ago. That's all". Which she immediately recognizes as a mistake as Coilla, in a flash changes her demeanor again.
Coilla, a bristling array of pointy bits sticking every which way from uner her tatty cloak at the best of time, is scanning the crowds with a hard glint in her eye, reflected in the oily sheen of her poisoned dagger, the "Bloodletter of Martok" while in her other hand she holds that horribble monstrosity of a crossbow Archetype gave her. Spare throwing knives, flechette-bombs a full bolt case and a backup serrated Shortsword (likely also poisoned) have come into view as Coilla dropped the tatty cloak that usually covers the more shocking elements of her armory. From eager puppy, to sad little puppy to growling, slavering Shadowhound puppy with poisonous fangs in nearly as many heartbeats. Sajeera finds it all a bit much to keep up with sometimes. "which humans hurt 'Jeera? Dem slavers?" Sajeera had forgotten about Coilla's particular deep hatred of Slavers. She'd almost forgotten about the time she'd happened upon Coilla taking revenge on one and she'd likely have nightmares about that tonight, now that she'd thought about it again. Castration, disemboweling and cardial extraction are all valid forms of revenge as far as Sajeera is concerned, but all of them? At the same time? Goblin ferocity and harsh sense of justice are also part and parcel of The Legion's "Security Expert".
"No my dear, not in the sense you think of it, though the life they'd intended to me seems as horrid to me as your memories of your tenure on that Gulgrethor Slaveship are to you". Sajeera says as she picks up her family sigil from where Coilla had dropped it in the dust. The greenskin really cares about friends, more than about 'sparklies'. "Now be a good Goblin and put the weapons away."yes, the Crossbow too, and the flechettes and, what's that? Oh never mind, just put it away where it's not visible and you can't stab anyone with it. we're on a mission for the Marshal remember? We don't want to catch undue attention?".
"Guv?" Coilla perks up again as she mentions Lord Tyrannon by the name she apparently knows him by. "Me like Guv, he has me train my skills by skulking, tracking the purty woodelves and prorting on 'em to him". "When I does well, he gives me sweets" She exclaims with a big innocent grin.
"Oh does he?" Sajeera grins back, not in the least disconcerted by Coilla's impressive incisors as she having an impressive set of her own is used to them, unlike the cowering beggar in the corner. "Tell me more about that" she says as she ushers Coilla further down the Alley, towards their destination the two Gnomes in the upper room of that shady Tavern. As she does so she puts the amulet into an inner 'Coilla proof' pouch inside her belt.
Time to revisit those ghosts later, the current mission comes first.
== Hope you enjoy ==
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