Mhairi stood on the shore of the river, water streaming off her arms, off her face and off her hair which was also plastered all over her face. The altercation with the ship's captain had put her in a bad mood. I held up my end of the deal. Lousy cheating double-crosser....
Put those negative thoughts out of your head girl. A new city, a new life. Time to start again. Again.
Sitting down, Mhairi fished around in the sack that had held all her stuff except for the clothes she was wearing. Clothes that were now also streaming water and thoroughly stuck to her. Finding a pair of shoes and a cloak Mhairi fished them out. Using the cloak as a towel to dry her hair slightly, enough to keep it out her eyes at least, and her feet she sat down and fastened her shoes. Glancing back into the sack at the suit of mail, the sword and various other pieces of junk she'd had with her when she'd decided to run, Mhairi decided to leave it alone for now. Half that stuff looks expensive anyway. Don't want to look rich...never get a job then. I've got one of my knives handy anyway. Any trouble that I can't handle with just that and I'm outta here.
Having composed herself, and made herself at least a little decent (even if covered in thin cotton clothing that was stuck to her like a spider web), Mhairi checked out her surroundings. Glancing around was less than encouraging. Red crosses on doors. Shops boarded up. Generally deserted. Even in the middle of the night a riverfront is normally busy. This doesn't look like I timed my visit well. Spotting a group of three people up ahead, she nearly fell back into the water in a shock.
Surely not! If I hadn't just swum for 15 minutes I would swear by all the Gods that the short wiry blonde fellow is Edmond! Oh my....I think it is! Nobody else would ever grow such an awful beard!! By Calistria he better not be working for the same crowd. Still, he might have some contacts...
Deciding to put her best foot forward, Mhairi arranged her wet hair just...so, and began a slow walk towards the group. Her sack was clutched in the right hand, left hand free near the knife, but not so close to arouse suspicion. Just in case those bastards are looking for me...
Approaching the group, she glanced slightly downwards and looked up at the man she could swear was Edmond through her lashes and fringe. Smiling gently, she "Edmond, is that you?! What a small world this is. What have you been doing since I last saw you?"
Even if it isn't Edmond, or if he doesn't remember me, its cold enough in this shirt that he might pretend for a day or two anyway. I'm starving...do anything for a bite to eat.