The mercenaries of Adoulin Isle had been outfitted with armor and assigned rooms for the night. With no immediate orders, Rosalyn found herself wasting the day away in her small rent-a-room...
Somewhere in Arlua Lelais on the outskirts of the city, lies the Dresden Free Mercenaries Arlua Lelais Chapter building. It was a small building with no distinguishing features, much like the shack that had been the Adoulin Isle building. Inside mercenaries of all types sat around drinking and rough housing. An impromptu stage and curtain had been set up in the building, causing many of the tables to be scrunched closer together than they were meant to be. ♪ The Promised Land - Final Fantasy - Pray
Music began to play, softly at first, drowned out by the raucous confusion of the mercenaries in the bar. Almost as if the music were magical, the noise slowly died down and the bar-goers settled into their seats. A dark skinned and well-toned woman stepped up onto the rickety stage and her voice rang out clear as she began to sing a song accompanied by the phantom music. She moved gracefully across the stage as she sang, her revealing attire of far east origin adding to the image. Despite such a display of feminine allure the many gruff mercenaries that filled the bar had grown silent. It was as if her song had lulled them all into a thrall. The song went on for a few minutes more and slowly ended. When it did, the woman took a slight bow and made her way off of the stage. The mercenaries clapped, cheered, and whistled for a few moments before returning to their regular behavior.
A young man in more traditional bardic attire stepped out from behind the curtain of the stage and took up position beside the woman. His dark hair had grown longer in the previous year and was now in a short ponytail that reached his shoulder blades. He smiled at her and nodded to the crowd. "I would wager a guess that they liked it. You've got a real talent, Eris."
Eris nodded once and stepped behind the curtains to gain the illusion of privacy. "Yes. It's true what they say about music and the savage beast after all." Her singing voice had been full of emotion moments before, but she spoke now as if she were carefully choosing each word. She smiled and let out a relieved sigh. "How long until our contacts arrive, Locke?"
"I'm not entirely sure. It's been a few days since I've heard any word from that kindred moogle. He seemed to have all the information and lorded over it like he was compensating for being short or something." Locke rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter too much to me. They arrive whenever they arrive. And besides, we're getting paid. So, have you got another song in you?"
Eris peeked around the corner of the curtain to look at the rowdy crowd for a moment. "Yes, yes I think I do."
To be forgotten is worse than death.