Character: Adria Larentia<br/>Location:  In the market area just south of the Stadium of Blades<br/>Concerning: Working as a Leatherworker<br/><br/>Living in Ar, beyond the reach of her father-in-law, Adria had found work in an eight-by-twelve dirt-floored, semi-enclosed leatherworker’s shop South of the Arena. The show-owner, Pavius the Cripple, had known her husband. Providing his once-upon-a-time friend’s wife a few feet of dirt floor to practice her craft was his way of repaying an old debt. The unspoken understanding was that any income she made crafting detailed, beautifully designed leather armor would go to Pavius. It was an understanding she was more than happy to accept. Adria’s income would come for practicing her true craft.<br/><br/>Sweat dripped from her brow as she sat working leather with an awl, her form concealed under her intricate robes of concealment and three veils. Her blue eye was covered by a leather patch. When a woman has one blue eye and one brown eyes, it made sense to disguise that trait. She remembered the first day she had taken up shop. A tall warrior and two of his comrades had entered the shop, overpowering Pavius and Adria as they looked down at the two working and detailing leather.<br/><br/>“Who’s the woman?” The warrior had asked.<br/><br/>Pavius had firmly grasped the wooden cane he used to pull himself to his feet. “A free-woman under my protection.”<br/><br/>The warrior and his friends had grinned, but not laughed. Pavius had the use of only one leg and was near sixty. The idea of him protecting the woman working in his shop was mildly ludicrous. But she was a free woman and entitled to respect. Plus, the three assumed the woman under those veils was likely around the same age as Pavius and ugly to boot.<br/><br/>“Sorry for my rudeness friend. I’ve some work for you.” The lead warrior pulled out a leather cord that held copper coins with a hole through them. Pavius and he began to dicker over what he would pay for the repair and replacement of several of his older armor pieces.<br/><br/>Adria’s unpatched brown eye carefully marked where the warrior tucked away his coins after Pavius and he concluded their bargain, but she knew she would not rob this man. Her sojourn in Ar would be short indeed if she made a practice of robbing the customers of Pavius. Plus, it would be a betrayal of her friend who risked his life to give her a place in this city whose homestone was not her own.<br/><br/><br/><br/>