Phoebe
Amongst the crowd faces familiar and new likely bobbed about, customers and prostitutes, barmaids and barbacks weaving around in the haze of booze, sex, and indulgence. Here and there perhaps a glimpse of golden waves or a delicate hand might catch his eye - visions of a person whose presence in Caido had waxed and waned like the moon since his arrival.
But whyever would Phoebe be at Madame Molly's?
Well for one, why not? She was Frey's demigoddess after all, and she knew well the fondness they had for sex workers. She had wished to see the operation, comparing it to the Halenani Frey had built. And for two, she heard they made a very lovely drink called sangria she had wished to try, a glass of which she now held in her hands. But as more men made their way in, their eyes following her in ways she did not appreciate, the Nightingale sought a refuge.
"Ronin?" she exclaimed as she finally stepped near enough to see clearly. "Is that really you?"
But whyever would Phoebe be at Madame Molly's?
Well for one, why not? She was Frey's demigoddess after all, and she knew well the fondness they had for sex workers. She had wished to see the operation, comparing it to the Halenani Frey had built. And for two, she heard they made a very lovely drink called sangria she had wished to try, a glass of which she now held in her hands. But as more men made their way in, their eyes following her in ways she did not appreciate, the Nightingale sought a refuge.
"Ronin?" she exclaimed as she finally stepped near enough to see clearly. "Is that really you?"
i'll let you into my soul
but wipe your feet at the door
but wipe your feet at the door
