Part 2
Persha was dancing in the Pronteran pub. Her wrists twisted in perfect unison with her hips making all the bells and bracelets she wore create light jingles. She moved through the steps with grace using the natural rhythm in the air for the beat of her counting.
"Hey! Pretty lady come down here and give me a little smooch," said a drunk man
Persha didn't mind the drunkard and continued dancing.
"Hey! Didn't you here me" shouted the drunkard reaching up on stage and grabbing Persha's foot. Persha's whip suddenly appeared from under one of her many shawls and she lashed it down full force.
"Raagh!" shouted the drunkard as the rapture rose's thorns sank into the flesh of his hand
"Disgusting little hode" said Persha. She whipped the man on the face and made him fall on the ground with nasty wounds.
She stormed out of the Pub very frustrated. As she was stomping away muttering to herself how egotistical men were, she heard a soothing sound that calmed her anger. She followed the music until its origin came into her view.
A brown haired Bard was playing the song. Persha immediately danced to it out of instinct. The bard gave a handsome smile and continued playing his mandolin. A few people passed by and were captivated by the ensemble. They started cheering then threw some zenny and other objects they had in their person. Persha and the Bard bowed once they were done.
"Thank you for that wonderful time" said Persha
"Don't mention it," answered the Bard
"I'm Persha Melencarta; might I know your name?"
"You'll know soon enough," answered the Bard
Persha gave an disgruntled look at the bard's peculiar answer then decided to shift the topic "Would you like to join our guild?" she asked "The guild wars are drawing nearer and still I haven't found myself a suitable bard"
"Ill take it into consideration" said the bard before he smiled again
"You can sign up in the north east guild house of Prontera," said Persha
The bard broadened his smile then nodded
Persha smiled back then ran towards her guild house waving goodbye at the bard
The bard watched Persha until she was out of sight.
"What are you up to Jared?" asked a voice out of nowhere. Then, from the shadows of an alley an assassin crept out.
"What are you talking about Haja?" asked Jared his smile turning to a deviant sneer.
"Don't play dumb with me; you know that dancer girl is from Malacca"
"I see that you did your homework."
"It doesn't take a genius to know who wiped out an entire regiment in our army during guild wars, single handedly I might add." Said Haja
"Well, tell Lord Reginald that we won't have any problem with that dancer anymore, tell him I will play her like I play my mandolin"
Haja smirked then disappeared back into the shadows
Jared walked away whistling
Haja was searching for a way to get to Al de Baran so he could report his guild mate's plan to his guild master.
He walked up to an acolyte who was chewing on an apple in a corner "Warp me to Al de Baran or else" demanded Haja, clutching the acolyte by the collar of his robes.
"Let go of me you freak," shouted the acolyte pushing the assassin back
In a flash Haja held the acolyte by the throat the tip of his katar drawing a little blood, below the chin.
"Warp me to Al de Baran…or else" repeated Haja this time putting more emphasis on or else.
The acolyte smiled nervously then whispered, "Warp portal",
The air around them swirled and a doorway of light appeared.
Haja looked at the portal "You took too long" he said to the acolyte before slitting the poor boy's throat.
The assassin stepped into the warp and was immediately transported to Al de Baran