Ladiya lay on her stomach, keeping a drowsy eye on the street outside her narrow alley. The area around the Suncut Bazaar could never truly be silent, even at night, but the heat of midday managed to subdue the hubbub and bustle somewhat. Shouts of merchants selling their wares were few, and almost languid in nature. People in the street tended to meander instead of stride. Even the patrols of the Hand of Ord, in their brilliant sapphire and brass regalia, passed by her at a pace which could only be called sedate.
She would be safe here for quite a while, tucked into the tiny shadow provided by a stack of crates. It had just enough shade to be baking instead of broiling; not to mention a perfect view of her target. With a sigh of contentment, Ladi rested her head on her folded arms and settled in to wait. Continue reading