A Coninze spy makes her way quickly but quietly across the road. Of course the matriarchal Coninze wouldn't send a man to do their dirty work, unlike the Rylestians. You take out a small eyepiece to try and get a closer look at her.
She is easy to identify, no longer blending into the crowd, but clothed for stealthy movements through the dark night. A black garment covered her head but for a narrow eyeslit, and tightly covering her neck and chest. The short, sleeveless garment left her arms and midriff exposed to the cool night air, a blessing in the hot, humid no man's land between Coninze and Rylestia. Black pants and muddy moccasins complete her attire. Her caramel skin glistens in the moonlight, sweating slightly as she exerts herself. You notice what appears to be two heavy coin purses on her hip.
You lower the eyepiece as she makes her way toward your tree. That settles it, you think, that uniform means she's from the Silent Sisterhood. While you've never seen one in person, you've heard all the rumors. A cadre of Coninze's finest warrior women, extensively trained in unarmed combat, poison making, spying and seduction. Some say the Sisterhood's unorthodox methods have kept the powerful Rylestian Kingdom from advancing into Coninze. Men and women alike have unwittingly fallen to their tactics. They are supremely self-confident in everything they do. They are said to have unrivaled mastery over the human body, and once they don their stealth gear, no one hears so much as a whisper from them. At least, no one who has survived an encounter...
She's risky prey, especially if those rumors are true. But the rewards... those coin purses she carries must have valuable medicines, poisons, or currency. At least one of them must be important, by the way she's hurrying. The other could be used as a bribe, to get out of sticky situations. Besides, those rumors could have been made by the Sisterhood themselves, to inspire fear. There's no way they're that skilled, right? You contemplate this, trying to gin up your bravery. The spy pauses under your tree, catching her breath for a moment. You shift your weight anxiously, deciding whether to make your move...
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