The dawn had been forebodingly quiet. Like the calm before the storm. As the twin sols began to peak over the horizon and the city began to stir from its slumber, a lone inquisitor stared out the lattice window of an inn, a scowl blemishing her winsome face. Niazmina, much to her chagrin, had been assigned with the ever important job of being the chaperone for the queen of the Verdant Dynasty who had come to the Sands for diplomatic reasons. Ironic, given what they had done here prior.
The previous invasion that had occurred not too long ago left a bad taste in her mouth. The jackal had been at a faraway outpost during the attack, but the aftermath that she had borne witness to cemented the fact that the people of the Verdant Dynasty were indeed savages. They had successfully laid siege to all the towns, hamlets, and cities, leaving a bloodbath in their wake, but had been repelled at Nirvana, a testimony to the true might of the Lioness of the Sands; Queen Samara. If there had been any flicker of uncertainty in this inquisitor concerning the Eternal House, it was now long gone.
Niazmina had arrived at this former capital late last night for the task with Perna in tow. The inquisitor couldn't just leave the child all alone back in Nirvana for days after all. The jackal couldn’t help but reminisce about when she used to reside in this city. With a sigh, she made her way away from the window. She would give the blonde the option to stay here at the inn while she went about her task. As long as the kitsune didn’t interrupt her work, she could feel free to do anything, be it following her or wandering the city with the allowance the jackal had given her to buy food should she get hungry.
As the binary suns began climbing higher and higher into the sky, the inquisitor made her final preparations. Slinging her rifle on her shoulder and the scimitar attached to the belt at her side, thrall in tow, Niazmina exited the inn and made her way to where she would be meeting the foreign leader; at the main southern gate that led into the walled area of the city.
The inquisitor had arrived earlier than the agreed time, and as Niazmina waited for the Giantess, her eyes would wander. The areas on either side of the gate were vastly different. One was a squatter town full of the impoverished with a small buzz of activity. The bleak stone buildings paled in contrast to the other side which was full of vibrant colors from the many fabrics and the pleasant smell of spices. The Bazaar was full of the bustling of people as merchants shouted their prices from their carts or rugs and customers attempted to haggle prices reached her ears, a small amount of amusement to pass the time.