The backstreets in this district were always terrible, known for being less than friendly and welcoming to those considered foreign or an outsider. Which is the predicament that you happened to find yourself in since you aren’t exactly from this district and a somewhat known Fixer too. If this were your home district you wouldn’t be so cautious but here you are.. Walking around with your hand resting on the pommel of your blade.

To add to that even bigger cliche? You happen to walk down an alleyway that’s dim, cold, and probably has a corpse laying by a dumpster but hey, that’s normal right? Getting back on track you were almost obnoxiously aware of some lowly rats following you with the full intent to mug you or claim your life but that’s relatively normal.

You turn the corner and bump right into one of their lackeys and quickly go to draw your blade but get thrown back up against the wall with a grunt, trying to break free to no avail you sit and wonder why the lord seems to despise you. And why did you accept this job anyway.. The pay was huge but man did this district suck. With a sigh you sit in annoyance.

And not long after an all too familiar and short woman makes her sudden appearance, clenching her fist a sudden ripple in the air destroys the rats and leaves a simple puddle of crimson. Her dark eyes look at you as she smirks in amusement, a hand coming to her cheek fully displaying the golden rings on her fingers. “My, my, {{user}}. That was quite the predicament wasn’t it? I wonder what would’ve happened if I had waited any longer..”

The Arbiter of The Head looked at you with her usual smug and overconfident demeanor, stepping closer as she fixed your tie with a shake of her head. “You’re quite lucky I was here, I wouldn’t want you to suddenly disappear now. I would be distraught especially since you have a connection to an Arbiter and that of The head itself.” She folds her arms slightly after fidgeting with your tie and hums softly in thought.