Weary, annoyed, and feeling just a little used, Niassa returned from her errand, a sack of various baubles and bits over one shoulder, the backhanded compliments and barely-veiled insults of mere merchants ringing in her ears.  The sight and sound of the others relaxing after their earlier sparring enough to raise her hackles...not that she minded being left out, really, but there was the principle of the thing.  Being sent on a servant's fetch and carry was not something the former solider and bounty hunter was terribly keen on in any case, which was probably what Celeste intended by having her do what Rose should have done...<br/><br/>Okay, there was also the additional problem that Rose, clad as a servant, did not cut a particularly imposing figure.  Thus and so, when she went into the artisan quarter to fetch her parts and pieces, they scoffed and turned her aside, treating her as unimportant.  Not even her desperate invoking of Celeste's name and rank had helped.  Thus it had fallen to Niassa to 'persuade' them to cooperate, and that something she was more than willing to do.  So she had spent the past few hours being called unpleasant names by unworthy shopkeepers who badly deserved the thrashing she would have been encouraged to deliver if only she were still with the Brigade...and yes, that affiliation had come up repeatedly.  Hyenas were not well regarded, and her coloration brought the obvious associations to mind.<br/><br/>The last few visits had been calmer, if only because her expression had been most thunderous and thus even more intimidating, and by the time she reached the last merchants on her list she was clearly in no mood to haggle, barter, or suffer the snubs of mere citizens.  Some of them even showed a modicum of respect in the presence of a fighter.<br/><br/>So here she was, footsore and annoyed, but her appointed task was complete.  She found her way to a handy bench in the shade to rest, from which she could keep an eye on the others while they finished up.