The woman sheathed her sword and stood up.
The bits of metal fell from her lap as she shook her shalwar and straightened her shawl.
The desert would be hot today, but it needed to be traveled.
A stairway awaited her on the other side of the dark room, cool despite the summer heat, and a door beyond that. No decorations in the room aside from the pillows upon which she had been resting and working her blade. She sighed, couldn’t afford the room much longer anyway and the town had run out of jobs for a woman of the sword.
She tied up her hair and lifted the shawl to cover her head, it was time. Maneuvering between the pillows on the floor she made her way up the stairs.
The door opened with some difficulty, but it did open. The wind was whipping sand around down the street. She pulled her shawl tighter around her face, not the best time to be traveling, but it wasn’t a bad storm yet. With a quick reach, she made sure that the bag tied to the sheath behind her back was secure, and opened the door into the wind.
The streets were empty, stone walls being slowly exposed by the wind pulling off the dried mud. Everything was built low, just tall enough for a person to crouch and still be protected by the walls. Malleth did just that, she crouched as she walked through the streets, any extra protection was worth the effort before she started walking to the next town. Next time she would save enough for a camel or a horse, but for now it was five miles by foot.
Once Was Vee