The lady kept tugging at Brisa’s arm. Her pleading and crying took Brisa completely off guard. Brisa had no intention of being drawn directly into a conflict right after getting to town. She had her own mission, but the panicking woman seemed genuine if not a little pushy.
These people had to be important to this lady. They obviously needed crucial help. The lady was filled with such urgency. She kept pulling and pleading. Brisa couldn’t help but take a few steps to go with her. Soon they started walking faster. Eventually, Brisa was running with her into the city.
Brisa had no idea where they were going. They kept turning and running through alleys. It became hard to remember where they had been. Before long, they had gone deep into the city.
Whoever was causing the problems was going to pay. Brisa wasn’t really a fighter but she had her weapons. Thanks to Catlin, she was armed to the teeth. Brisa had a real chance to be a hero. All it really took was a few good shots to stop an aggressor. She checked her gun clips. They were enchanted with aim. They would not miss. She would have to thank Catlin, whenever she decided to talk to Catlin again.
They stopped their sprint as they looked down the final alley. “Here it is,” the lady said, “they’re right down here,” and she took off running down the alley.
That was all the encouragement Brisa needed to follow. She started a sprint forward. After one step she stopped.
A brick wall of thoughts hit while a needle of wisdom pricked her head, as a warning. Something about this whole situation was very, very wrong. Brisa couldn’t place what it was, but it was most certainly there. There was something bad, really bad and hazardous about all of this.
After the lady disappeared down the corner, her mind filled with questions. Why would this lady call to only her for help? There had to be more strong fighters leaving the shuttle. Sure, Brisa looked like a warrior too. However, there had to be at least one real warrior that left the shuttle before her.
Why didn’t the lady call for the local guards? This city was a much more peaceful than Brisa imagined. There had to be some really strong guards to keep the peace in this city full of powerful lawless warriors.
Why didn’t the lady get help from local warriors? They had passed dozens of scary looking people on the way here. How many warriors did this lady pass on the way to the shuttle pad? Surely someone else in this town would like a reward for killing an aggressor; or a sucker.
A sucker?
Brisa drew her guns. The action was somewhat slow and a little sloppy but she focused as she aimed down the alley. She listened, there were no struggles down the alley; no fighting; the lady had stopped crying. There weren’t even any shots fired. No sounds at all.
Why were these questions only coming to mind now? The lady had just run down the alley. The answer hit her immediately. A charm! Brisa had been fooled by an enchantment again! There had to be something about her that made her a target.
Brisa quickly looked around. She wasn’t going to be a sucker, not again. With her luck, it could be too late already. She was already lost in the city. All Brisa wanted to do was see the sights and maybe learn something about the people here. Well, she succeeded. However, getting mugged and possibly harmed in this city was not in any part of her plans.
She holstered her guns and walked briskly away from the alley. Good, bad, or worse, whatever was happening down that alley had nothing to do with her. Brisa didn’t mind keeping it that way.
A few blocks down, she passed a series of shops. In the large clean window, she saw her reflection. The enchantment on top of her mask was glowing. She only knew the meanings of a few Hanja. This one was the Hanja for the perception enchant. “Perception,” Brisa said to herself, “interesting.”
She would really have to thank Catlin; whenever she decided to talk to Catlin again.