RANDOM AND OCS

Ugh, Vikings

The scent of salt water and fish was almost overwhelming. Thorn had to resist the urge to gag. Her sensitive sense of smell had its advantages, but alas, it couldn't be all good.

The Head Guard of envy made her way in conspicuously through the large crowd of the port. She made sure to keep her head down and hood pulled down to cover her eye patch. It dosen't help to draw attention when she's trying to gather information, and she found people tended to stare and whisper when spotting her patch, even despite the waves of anger that must of came off her in droves.

Seagulls called overhead, demanding to be heard over the crowd of merchants pushing their wares on you, and thoses who came to buy. While she didn't have business with them, she came to get information on the location of foreigners that have been spotted heading towards the kingdoms.

She dove into the darkness of an nearby ally way. Walking to the end of it, she saw the door, one of those giant oak doors with a small rectangular shape in the middle they would slide open to see. She could heat scrambling on the other side of the door, saw the little flap slide open, wide eyes, and then slam shut.

Ugh, information brokers. She could hear them talking on the other side, one saying "It's the one-eyed bitch."

Wow, creative.

She knocked again, this time more aggressively. She started to tap the hilt of True Bane with annoyence, she disliked rude people. They came to the door, opened the slip, and spoke. "Who is is?"

"The one-eyed bitch." Thorn responded dryly, glaring daggers at the idiot. She could hear a gulp, and then locks be slid out of place. The door was opened.

She stepped into the brightly lit room, and glanced around at the informants who snuggled and kissed fair skinned beauties, whom wrapped their arms around them and rub their bodies against the men. She was not one to judge, people had to make a living.

"Ah, darling Thorn. How is the most beautiful guard in all the seven kingdoms today." The information broker spoke, his voice smooth and, if she be bold to note, sexy. His name was Alacar, and if you wanted any information, you went to him.

He was a tall, attractive man, who seemingly had something against shirts, as he never wore them. He wore his black hair long, tied back into a pony tail. He was incredibly fit, as shown from his chest that was never covered. His gaze fell to hers, and he smiled.

It is true, they had a couple flings in the night, warming each others bed. Not that she would admit it if anyone asked.

"You know why I'm here Alacar, so skip the formalities and give me what I came for." She responded, the seriousness in her tone warned him not to play. Not that it ever seemed to stop him.

"Right now, in front of all these people? My, I never knew you liked to be watched, makes me see you in a whole new light."

Alacar soon found a dagger plunged into the wall directly beside his head, it had barley missed. He let out a nervous chuckle. "Alright my dear, no need to get hostile." He didn't move from his seat as he pulled the small blade from the wall, with visible effort.

"The foreigners, or vikings as they are known, have been seen heading towards the shore around the Gula, it seems like it would land close to the capital, last I heard."