Sennight's Beckoning.

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3085.

   ¶Milen ran his hand through her thighs and under her dress, slowing feeling the warmth and tender skin underneath. Pleasure at times like this were best savoured, knowing it could be your last. He placed gently his lips against hers, slipping his tongue between them, then he softly kissed her neck; all round to the nape, throwing her into a near climax state. He moved down slowly from her neck, kissing her shoulder, her chest, and moved his tongue all the way down to the groin and back up again to her lips, causing an outburst of pleasurable moans. He threw her against the matrass, unbuckled and unzipped, and dove in for more...

"Cza-ri-na -" He said in between breath, clenching to the thinnest muzzle of air he could grasp. "- Czarina. I'm certain you've heard about the --"

"The bounty on your head?"

She cut him off the rest of his words, as she pushed down the sheets, uncovering her nude and turning to face him.

She is well informed, so her response wasn't surprising.

"Its huge I hear, and downside is, only a few bounty hunters recognize you."

"Cza --"

"Don't worry, I can't sell out my best customer, but you gotta lay low a bit, hopefully it blows over"

She cut him half way again, and stared as he slipped out of bed, stuffed his legs into his trouser, pulled it up to his waist, zipped and buckled.

"Thank you Czarina. For a whore, I actually trust you"

He smiled and winked at her.

"Sharp tongued as always pervert!" She said smirking and grabbing the sheets harder. "I'm sorry, but that's all I know, so you can now get the fuck outta here before I get into trouble"

She smiled again as she watched him pick up his jacket, pulled out a few dunari notes and slammed it on the table, grabbed his sheathed katana rapped in a clothe, and head for the door. "Bye lover boy!" She waved at him.

"Tsk!" He cursed while grinning and slamming the door behind him.

    ¶He hadn't gotten enough of the information he needed, but one thing was certain, most of the bounty hunters lacked some the necessary details about him - making his work easier -and also, Czarina had set him up somehow. He decided to stay around town to gather more info. Stealth was best suited for reconnaissance, but hiding was bullshit to him.

He was in the town's center -the town's square -sitting on the edge of his slantingly motionless motorcycles, watching passersby, merchants with their merchandize, heavy soot from moving trucks, the crest guards pummeling a thief and almost beating her to death.

He spat out the cigarette his mouth held, and decided to leave the spot he sat. He stood up blithely, and sloppily began his steps, pushing his bike as he move, looking for the best spot to mount it. But his movement was halted upon a small frail but firm hand, that grabbed and tugged at his jacket. He turned to the kid, who was a bit above his waist, black hair with dirt patched between them. His clothes were covered in mud, torn and pieced together at some areas.

"What?!" He looked directly at the kid, shocked. He stared at the boy whose eyes were deeply engraved in thick blackness, and blood dripping from his nose.

"Get lost k--"

The kid went straight to words, cutting him off completely.

"The sennight beckons.

The heroes will rise again to usher in the light of the Amarethean.

In Colchis, beyond its river's waves and tides, will you find answers to your tears"

With the end of this words, did the young boy disappears into the storming crowds.

Milen searched for him, but he was lost in the multitude. He listened hardly to the pounding of foot, hoping to hear the scuttle sound of a scurrying youngling.

The more he listened, the more faint the steps became, 'til he finally found it; he looked up, and saw the boy running between the huge hides of horses and humans, pushing forward through the heavy fumes of machineries and the gust it exhaled. Without haste, he began a chase, pushing through the crowd and screaming at the kid to stop. He chased, running after the sound he hears, and the head he sees, until he finally caught up; grabbed him by the back of his shirt's collar and lifted the poor boy above ground. Upon realising that he had the wrong the kid, he dropped the already struggling child, and turned to leave in frustration; ignoring the attention and peering gaze he had attracted to himself.

"Colchis"

this was the only word that echoed on and on in his mind as he paced about in contrition. It wasn't an unknown place, but it definitely is a dangerous one; a kingdom where magic and sorcery thrived above any other, and whosoever sent him the message, seeks his attention.

"I'm sure who ever sent that message, knows more about this Amarethean shit, and I doubt any ship will want to loiter around the borders of Colchis. But before that, I need to find a witch willing to guide the way to Colchis"

He ended his walkabouts, and finally concluded on a decision and the next step to take.

¶Pushing forward the leaves of the pub's door, he headed for his usual seat, and called out the woman he came seeking.

"Amelia!"

"You're back, even after all the trouble you caused this bar last time"

The blonde petit bartender, having a yellow stained apron fitly hugging her waist hissed as she brought Milen his usual drink -Scotch.

"I'm sorry Amelia, but I need your help"

He sniffed his cup's contents, took a quick sip, and awaited her response.

"If I wanted you poisoned, I could've coated my lips in it" she scoffed, moving to another customer, having part of her attention on him. "What do you need my help with?"

"Colchis -" he freed his grip on the cup, and gave her a stern look. "- I need you to guide me -us -there"

"No!"

"Amelia, I really need y--"

Milen pounced the cup's bottom in annoyance against the table, as he stood up to face her.

"I left Colchis... No, I deserted Colchis a long time ago, and I'm basically not welcomed there anymore. I'm Sorry, I just can't."

Amelia walked over with a clothe, and mopped the spilled liquid off the table.

He sighed and grabbed the seat, drew it closer and sat on it, running his hands through his thick noir hair, and over his face too. He sighed again, and drank what quantity of scotch he had left in his mug.

"Its for a few hours only, and I can pay what ever amount you require."

He was persistent and desperate, he didn't know a lot of witches, at least not one out for his throat. Asides Amelia, he trusted none other, and so, he was eager to persuade her with what ever means.

"I need half of what is on your head. The bounty."

"How did you? I mean where did --"

This was a shock. He thought nobody knew about the bounty and who he was.

"Some men just began pasting your poster around Zhang today and the neighbouring kingdoms -" she walked over to where he sat, and replaced his empty cup with a half filled one "- it may not look a lot like you do now, but who wouldn't notice the resemblance."

She raised a brow as she looked him in the eyes, and then hurried away to attend to a more sobered up man. He just stared at her, clothed in insecurity not fear.

Milen cleared his throat before responding.

"I'm sure I'm a lot more attractive in person than the guy in the poster"

He grinned at her, following her with his eyes as she came back to him.

"You might be the only one who knows I'm a --" she turned left and right before whispering  "-a witch, but I will only accompany, if you pay me handsomely."

"Yes!" Excitement shot across his face.

"But -" Amelia killed the merriment that had already began its drums in him "- I also have a reason to be there, and you must be beside me until I accomplish it"

"Sure!"

He hated being bound by anyone, but what worse could possibly happen if he followed the sexy bartender? Nothing right?

"Go prepare a ship for our voyage, and come along with an extra pair of Jeans - you'll need them. We set sail tomorrow, upon the Sun's first light, right before the full sunrise."

Milen agreed with a nod, picked what was his, and rushed out of the pub.