The end of April 305 AC
It had been two years.
The Qadir woman's eyes watched forwards, towards the shore. The old vessel did it's best at keeping steady, but the woman couldn't help but clench onto a handrail that windy April afternoon.
"There. Just as he said it." She muttered to herself.
Laid on the horizon stood the famous Crown City and it's bustling harbor, the lone sea seeming worlds away now, and the woman formed a half smile paired with a cocked head. She never knew for sure where her bandmate and ex-lover had fled to, but she could only assume the place he spoke of so often. But as the thought passed, she corrected her head upright, because no, that's not why she was here.
As the sea captain yelled for all to depart the ship, Raja took up her traveling bag and strode off. Realizing sealegs no doubt, her fifth trip across a large body of water at most, she headed to the city's center with the still unfamiliar experience. Her eyes scanned over the Willow's piling notice board, seemingly layers thick but nothing posted relating to what she needed, as an extended finger lead her eyes.
"Musician.. no. Volunteer for.. no. Chef..?" She let out a snicker, "Nah."
Yet, across the tavern's courtyard, a pointed ear turned at the noise. It's owner, a male Isldar left sitting, now moved his torso to face the Qadir woman; a surprised expression with accompanying blinks. He quickly pardoned himself to his company, rising as he couldn't help but stare. She hadn't seen him yet, and he hadn't spoken a word; until he outreached a hand aiming for her shoulder; she turned sharply before it could make contact.
"--Darius." She was now left staring, looking him over, she turned fully to face him.
"Raja."
"Your hair is different."
There was a pause in the conversation, but the Isldar gave a nod as a grin formed. But with a quick glance downwards, he noticed her bag.
"That it is. --Say.. Raja. Are you hungry?"
"A bit."
"The Willow here has decent food-- join me to chat?"
The Qadir woman showed a smile, issuing a nod. "Aye."
Again, Raja threw her bag over her shoulder, picking up her stride as she moved with Darius inside over the well-worn wooden platforms to their table, speaking of jobs and this new sellsword charter that popped up, no doubt.
