Part 2

She never cared much for cities. Even as a mortal she would only enter them when absolutely necessary, prefering to spend her time is the peace and serenity of the woods. And now she found herself in the worst of them - Britain. She loathed Britain. But she had business here, so here she would stay - but only as long as necessary. She pulled her cloak tight around her as she made her way down the street. The people here were rude enough as it was - she didn't feel like dealing with their impertinance should they discover her nature. At least the recent rain had driven most of the humans indoors and washed away some of their stench. But not much.

As she turned the corner she saw them. At first she thought the man ill or injured, but those thoughts left as she heard his slurred swearing and the giggles of his companions. She rolled her eyes in disgust as one of the whores slipped her hand down his trousers. Even when she was serving Vega - seducing men to lower their defenses so that she may slay them - she never acted with such lack of class. "Amatures," she mumbled to herself. "The poor fool... he probably paid good money for them, too. Such a waste..."

She heard the giggles from the prostitutes fade as they noticed her. Predictably, they scrambled to get out of her way. She was used to such reactions and paid it no heed. The drunk, on the other hand, acted quite differently than she expected. Pulling away from their grasping hands, he stood in the middle of the street, staring at her as she approached him. Expecting trouble, she slipped a dagger from a hidden pocket inside her cloak. But the look on his face was not that of a drunkard looking to increase his harem. There was no challenge in his gaze, nor was there fear. With delight and amusement she realized that the light in his eyes was one of awe. She continued towards him, not slowing her pace or veering from her course. She turned her head briefly to face him as she brushed past him, smiling slightly. Their eyes only met for a moment, but it was enough to tell her that the whores would get no satisfaction this eve.

She chuckled to herself as she continued down the street, listening to the girls begging the man to come with them. Quickly dismissing the encounter from her thoughts, Illestra made her way through the streets and found an inn. Like most human establishments, she found it lacking in most ways. But she nodded in satisfaction at the heavy drapes upon the windows and paid the innkeeper a few extra coins to ensure she would not be disturbed throughout the next day. With luck she would be gone by next eve.