The invitations are real. The watermark is visible, and after a small dab of solvent from the stamp provided to her turns a dot in the corner of the paper a deep crimson there can be no doubt. It looks like a small dab of blood, Hoxzi muses to herself, as she returns the papers to her- Friend? Asso...

"I cannot say. I do too much waiting in this town, I fear I will become accustomed to it even when I am not waiting on anything." Hozxi stares at the man in the branches. A man in a rather perfectly supine posture, as if it were more normal to be laying upon a branch than sitting in a cha...

It did not take the magic of Mesmer to attract Hozxi's attention. Certain forces were at work in the city. Forces that had caused the hatakomon's previous hire for the task of verifying the accuracy of invitations to have caught a rather bad case of hives from a wasp that had been let loose inside ...

https://puu.sh/I9VVW/e1c64990a7.jpg 1 Ash 121 -there were- Hozxi grunts. That wasn't right. She runs a line through the words. -there had been a multitu- "No, no..." The scrawling noise of her pen breaks the otherwise all-encompassing silence in the room. Even the waterfront itself had ca...

"Yes, that's it." The two make their way up the deck and down the gangplank. On a surface level, Hozxi shares the boy's frustration. She had a handbag full of empty promises to distribute: a promise to Master Jacun that he'd get his oblivion powder with a small bonus on top if he could ju...

Hozxi carefully examine's the man's aether. It rolls off of him like the foam of a cresting wave, but it did not roil or tantrum. To the best of her understanding, the man was telling her the truth, or at least what he believed to be true. She taps her chin and does a few calculations of her own. &...

https://puu.sh/I9cNu/5714341ecf.png 2 Ash 121 Hoxzi turns the flower petal over in her hands. Blue. Nearly violet, and perhaps in the darkness of twilight that dawn invoked over the garden one might mistake it for a pale indigo, but Hozxi knew colors better than that. It could not hide its true nat...

"Plans change, Yshvold. It seems we will need to come back to fetch what I came for. Don't worry. We'll wait until the rain subsides," she reassures the small child. It was rather pitiful how the rain waterlogged his clothes. She would make a batch of wax to soak his overcloak in so that ...

"I understand the business, yes, Captain Longshank." She had indeed tried the local fishmongers and the auction house. The stalls had offered her no success; it seems that Kamui eels were neither a delicacy among the rich nor a worthwhile venture for churning into chum for the larger catc...

Hozxi finds it more unusual that the crew does not stare, as it was her usual bit to be stared at and stare in turn; to catch their eyes and see how hard their glances were. This crew was trained; they reminded her of the Tribe, of the men who would build the encampment every night and tear it down...