<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/7d6c4764-7826-45da-8145-1bf9d319d2d4_zps81039213.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong>              Mongoose 'Goose' (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173601.msg8202035#msg8202035)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>       Zingarian<br/><strong>Class/Skill Set:</strong>  Rogue/scout at times a whore<br/><strong>Location:</strong>          Leaky Wench<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>           Group<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/>The noise of many voices and accents mixed with the clamor of mugs and plates gave the Leaky Wench Tavern a somewhat musical bent. Mongoose, or as everyone called her these days 'Goose' sat beside the big Northern. He had been a favorite of 'The Captain'. Her 'Captain' the man that almost a decade ago saw something in her that was beyond the raggy cloths and dirt and gave her chance to be more then a thief and a whore. He was dead now going on a month. Dead because some idiot green horn of a commander, fresh out his momma's womb wanted to play at being a warrior. Their mercenary unit, 20 strong had been tasked with helping take a border fort. Broad light, no siege works, archers on the walls and the idiot wanted to watch it fall...in broad day light under a hot glaring sun.<br/><br/>She would one day find that 'boy' and slit his throat just to appease the ghost of 'The Captain'. Now though she was watching, they were few left and no one had talked much about what they would do next. She was a realist, being one of the few women in the past unit she had quickly learned she needed to at least appear to be with a male. Even though he was like a father to her she had shared the Captain's bedroll on many a night. Yet she had also shared others. Sex was after all coinage as well and using sex to keep the peace or relief stress with the men she was with only made sense. So Now she had to decide which one she would let 'claim' her.<br/><br/>She sipped the sour ale, nearing the bottom of her first mug. Cormac was already on his third or was it the fourth. She had a way that made people not notice her so as men and women angled past her as if she was not there, her eyes watched everything. She was the scout and took it serious even within a tavern. You never knew who might be sneaking around. Her eyes caught Lukas' and she nodded slightly. He was a good man as men went. Smart and capable but maybe not as tough as the others. She had felt his healing herbs and wrappings and he was always a bit amazed at how little she would scar, barely seen white lines in various places were all that showed from her many battles.<br/><br/>She was brooding again, she knew she was but since she had been ravished by those guards some years back she had never quite felt the same. Something had awoken in her that night, that she still struggled with. Desires and needs she had not said a word about to anyone.<br/><br/>She took another sip and worked the tavern with her eyes. There the big one in leather, he had a coin belt, meaning he had reasons to have one. Over there by the stairs sat three Nemedians, fair skinned and fair haired, wearing long cloaks and keeping a very watchful eye. It was as if they expected something or were looking for something. Swords peeked from under the cloaks. Long ones and when one lifted a mug she could see chain glint under the clothing. That was strange indeed.<br/><br/>She sat the mug back on the table and her eyes checked the doors and people moving about. Too long had she been a scout and something felt...out of place...wrong. She could not put her finger on it but it was there, she knew it.<br/><br/>Her left hand dropped to her lap and she fingered a pair of throwing knives.<br/><br/>Her lips curved a bit as the dancer glanced over her then dismissed her. The armor she wore kept her curves subtle but the others knew her, had seen her naked and knew how well her body was put together. Cormac was working the girl and would clearly get her to warm his bed. Not that it mattered.<br/><br/>She knew they needed silver for gear, equipment, arrows, maybe even some horses. She would see to that later but for now she watched. She listened. She sniffed the air.<br/>Her fingers kept the twin throwing knives under the table but at the ready.<br/><br/>Something was off...