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The streets of the former Upper Noble Sector were quiet and empty- much like most of the rest of the city. The outer suburbs, and the newest Outer Market, were bustling, even this late at night, and many of the nocturnal gangs within Evermor were beginning to stir.
The sound of Tetra's sabatons striking the cobblestone ground echoed throughout the street. Behind her helmet, her mouth was set in a grim line. Her right hand was settled on the hand of her warhammer, and her left hand was clutching her shield, ready to lift it to defend herself at a moment's notice.
She wound her way unaccosted through the streets. Several goblins peered at her from second-storey windows as she passed, but they ducked down when they recognized her.
The side street she had chosen for this purpose was still empty, at this moment.
She looked around for something to use as a seat. Spotting an empty barrel, with its lid missing and the metal hoops rusted.
Flipping it upside down, she sat down and waited.
Erith hummed as she did her paperwork. Being such a minor noble had its disadvantages- without the massive wealth of the larger Houses, she couldn't afford to hire a ledger-sorter, and had to do the work herself, which took a lot of time away from her other exploits.
Today, she didn't mind so much. It took her mind off of the wait.
She had heard of the cult of Urgathoa from Nizra. She had wanted to send Tetra to deal with them, but Tetra was busy dealing with Aran at the moment, and that took precedence. Even her usual mercenaries were busy, fighting in a gang war in the old Western Merchant Section, and didn't expect to be finished for weeks yet.
Soon after Nizra had contacted her, she had started to spread the word that she was looking for mercenaries to deal with the cult. She hadn't dared to put up any advertisements, for fear that one of the cult members would take it as proof, so she was relying on word of mouth to eventually cause her request to reach the ears of some mercenaries or adventurers.
It would be quite a trip, she admitted to herself- the Upper Noble Sector was not exactly next door to the Outer City. Most people did not even know of the unspoken agreement between the gangs around the Upper Noble Sector and Tetra, and few of the people who did know of it believed that either party actually respected it. (They both did, but it was an uneasy peace.) The path would be safe, but few mercenaries would know it was safe.
She grimaced, then took her mind off that again. It wouldn't do to dwell until the mercenaries arrived, after all.