Oza hated the city of Jader and its decadent noble overlords. To the Qunari the city was nothing more than a reminder of the Tevinter Imperium. While the ruling class lacked the slaves and magic that the elite of the Imperium so enjoyed, they made up for it in decadence. It disgusted her to see them make nothing more of a game than their wealth and status, some trifle to distract them from the  slog that was every day life as a son or daugther of noble blood. Oh how hard it must be for the humans to sit on a throne inherited from their forefathers and watch servants treated little better than slaves carry out their every whim or flight of fancy.<br/><br/>The thought was enough to make Oza's blood boil and it was with great reluctance that she even set foot in the opulent city in the first place. Finding work had been hard recently and she had noticed humans were far more wary around her kind than they had been before. No longer was finding a job as simple as visiting a bounty board and taking the notice to the payer with proof of the deed - now she had to posture and endure far more skepticism than she had in the past. The human's had always been a xenophobic lot, but truly things were beginning to get absurd. Not all Qunari embraced the Qun just like not all elves were dirty, thieving beggars and she did not appreciate the extra scrutiny being placed upon her. Thankfully , just as her gold began to run dry she noticed the posting and the wording seemed desperate enough that a well prepared woman like herself would have no problem securing a contract. The pay seemed nice as well, after all she could carry far more than most human's or elves and who would argue with her over picks ?<br/><br/>The tall and ashen skinned Qunari woman made quite the stir when she entered the Golden Cup. She felt eyes fall upon her almost immediately and all over she heard nervous whisperings about her and her people. To Oza it was nothing that she had not suffered through before. If someone had a problem with her presence, they would approach her and she would do them the service of beating them raw and bloody without hesitation. Mercifully ( for the humans) her stature and the confident swagger she walked with dissuaded even the most foolhardy among the rabble from approaching her as she made her way to the bar and received directions to the room being used upstairs.<br/><br/>With a grunt of thanks to the helpful man she turned away and headed upstairs, approaching the armsmen with her head held high. To say she struck an imposing figure was an understatement. The woman had made sure she cleaned up well and it showed. Her long , white hair was fashioned in a singular braid that trailed down her back , nearly hanging past her hind quarters. Her face was full of dirt or grime and her vivid silver eyes were clear and focused. Fitting for meeting with a Duke she also took great care to make sure her armor was properly fitted for the day. The leather jack beneath her polished black breastplate hugged her torso snugly and the coarse, denim-like canvas pants she wore were neatly tucked into a pair of heavy boots made for travel, the white rags wrapped around them to wick moisture away clean and fresh. Her long hafted axe hung from from a loop in her belt, angled just behind her legs so that it did not get in the way. Overall she looked the part of a ready and professional mercenary. A killer for hire.<br/><br/>While the elf next to her spoke up about being here for the posting , she let her appearance speak for itself and instead used the moment take in her surroundings, her silver eyes lingering on the small woman beside her for just a moment. Oza took note of her ratty leathers and small blades as well as the ease with which she seemed to carry herself. The woman was trained , but why such poor quality gear?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>