Character name; Helian Thusse
World name; Brynhildr
Prize of choice; Ahriman Choker

My name is Frajaria.

I am 27 suns and 8 moons old.

For a living I am a retainer.

I hate it.

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Ring-ring.
He's back. He always forgets something, swapping a trinket with me or asking me if I've sold anything. If only he wouldn't interrupt my real work. Please just give me the token.

How ironic, he leaves me in the care of a bursting sack of tokens. Ah, but today is special, he takes another from his pocket and places it in my palm. It is time.

"Of course m'lord, where shall you have me go today, and to what end?"
Again, as last time, he passes me a marked map.
Again, as last time, he farewells me wordlessly.
"Of course m'lord, I shall not disappoint."

I make way to the destination immediately, the sands ahead of me quickly become the dunes behind, soon I am there. The air is still, sharp, the aether is dense. Much like my employer I am a student of the martial arts. My arms are drawn.

At this moment I am no longer a retainer, time is meaningless, I am not Frajaria.
I am force incarnate.

"An' who are you suppose'ta be luv?"
"Ooh, lookie here boys, some chickybage ginger's here to show us a good time!"

Every set of crooked teeth gleaming in the torchlight produces it's own distinct, sinister chuckle. The chorus distils my focus.

"You shiteheads bloody bind? Lookit her jacket, she's wunna them Warrior of Light's personal gophers, them there retainers hafta offer diplomacy before they belt the snot outta ya."
"Aw piss, I ain't doing the tango with no sheila that fights like the fella who sent the black wolf home in a box."
"Be a real darl and do ya little speech so's we can pack up, we'll turn over a new leaf, I swears it on me Mum."

My heartbeat slows. Peace washes over me, I am ready to do what is right.

"No."

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Ring-ring.
He's back.

"M'lord, your will has been done."
For every token that he had left in my care that morning, there are as many teeth in the bag I drop at his feet.
The smile on his face shows his approval. Being a retainer is the near unbearable symptom of the privilege to help and train under the Warrior of Light.
I am given another token and before my shadow has lengthened I am northbound for the winterlands on another mission.

My name is Frajaria.

I am 27 suns and 8 moons old.

For a living I am a retainer.

And I love it.