<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=57940.msg2633130#msg2633130">Quote from: prurientelf on 13-01-2010, 22:13:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Miles from Chiaroscuro....</em><br/><br/>Azzure Melaku sat opposite the cadre of glass traders who hired her to negotiate on their behalf.  The Caravan masters drove a hard bargain but she was able to get them to acquiesce to most of the glass workers demands.  Her head tilted, just as the bag of coins was deposited in front of her.  The need to go south, to the city, seemed to explode in her.  <br/><br/>"I have to leave." she said abruptly.  Scooping up her waterskin and her payment she set out at once towards Chiaroscuro, her somewhat revealing kimono slowly morphing to a travel gown with suitable footwear as she disappeared from the Glass Traders site. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>After a week or two of travel alone, Azzure stopped at a small roadside Inn.  Her provisions were low and she thought she may luck upon a Caravan going the direction she was headed.<br/><br/>The pretty Exalted pushed open the bat-wing doors, entering the dingy Common area of the Inn.  She sought out the Barkeep and began negotiating her lodgings.<br/><br/>'Even if no caravan is passing by in the next day or so to sleep in a proper bed will be nice.' she mused.