Night was falling rather quickly. Once Des reached her room at the Fairway Inn, she dropped her guise and plopped down onto the soft bed. She let out an exasperated exhale, shook off her illusions and laid back with a bit of caution as not to smoosh her precious snakes. She snagged a pillow and placed it under her neck, turning to lay on her side.<br/><br/>She laid there for almost an hour, thinking to herself about the banquet to be held on the next night and who would be invited. If it were concerning some achievement that the King was proud of, heâ€™d want to gloat. Meaning it was going to be huge. Heâ€™d invite all of the Duchesses and Dukes, Lords and Ladies, and then heâ€™d proudly make an announcement to the people. Heâ€™d describe himself in great fashion, let his people know how well heâ€™d start the changes to the countryside and go on and on about the future.<br/><br/>Des knew better. Life didnâ€™t change so easily when the King was a selfish bastard. He waited large amounts of money on wine, women and food. No wonder he was overweightâ€¦<br/><br/>With a slow cat stretch, Desmodia sat up. She decided to take a shower and go visit the market at night. It took less energy to conjure her mask after nightfall than during the day. Lucky for her it was mostly just the snakes that needed coverage. Her other features were easily mistaken for something Fae or Elven. She could just claim half-breed.<br/><br/>Once dressed in more civil clothes, Des gathered her small purse and made her way out into the town. She walked slowly to take in the warm night air, but something felt off. Her gorgonâ€™s hair writhed more so than usual. She listened to them speak quietly as she passed by the edge of the market.<br/>They spoke of a chase, of commotion right outside the gate. Normally Des wouldnâ€™t bother to investigate but something called to her.<br/><br/>She walked right outside of the main gates, smiled coyly at the guards and gave them a shy wave. One of them coughed and the other gave a slight wave back. She knew sheâ€™d be safe.<br/>Des treaded slowly along the wall, keeping her eyes open. She listened to the whispers of snakes around her and hushed them, until alarm was needed. Suddenly, the guards whistle went off in the distance several times. She knew that someone was in danger. The Kingsâ€™ men were idiots, following every word without question no matter the situation. She wanted to sigh every time she came across one.<br/><br/>There, two shadows. Des looked at their stillness in the darkness, wondering what they were doing, if it was safe or of they too were idiots who had pissed the King off. She took a step forward and heard a branch snap beneath her sandal. She cringed and quickly looked in their direction to see if she had been noticed.<br/><br/>((OOC: Sorry for the long post, just trying to get her into the story :P))