<strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OHgJobfEzpvOzd2UFpJ_PUM-HJ0bsWFxEn7R22C7FVY/edit)<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)<br/><br/>Mercenary girls weren't the oddest sight in the river country.  Even the more prosperous matriarchs couldn't always put together an inheritance for their youngest daughters, or ensure they had a brother to help in the raising of their sons.  It was not uncommon for girls thus left to make their own way in the world to try and earn with their swords the start their family could not provide.<br/><br/>The seven girls making their way into town with almost parade precision didn't quite match this image in a couple of ways, though.  Their captain seemed to have marched into town eschewing armor, and with a fine lance held as a casual walking stick.  The curvy copper skinned girl seemed perfectly comfortable in a leather miniskirt and halter.<br/><br/>Her six followers, similarly beautiful, with soft curves over tight bodies, were better equipped.  They, too, used their lances for walking staves.  They were armed with a case of javelins, and armored in form fitted lamelar tops and skirts, leaving the tight lines of their navels bare to the eye.<br/><br/>The girls walked with the precision of the drilled, but not quite with the confidence of the proven.  Perhaps what was most out of place with them, though, was their size.  Each sleek bodied little soldier was well under five and a half feet tall.  Most of the men they passed were nearly a foot taller!<br/><br/>The girls paused by a canal and Whispers on the Night Wind sing songed, “At ease.  I think we put on enough of a show on our way in.  Let's take it easy for a bit.  Maybe the street vendors have something sweet?”