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[Jaana]

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Standing outside the Garden were two robed figures, one in red with a brimmed hat, and the other in a dark violet with a straw hat. A light colored horse with a rather ornery temperment stood by the one in purple, though obediently stayed near the other horses when given an apple as bribery.

The purple-robed one looked to her companion, brushing a long strand of light blue hair away from her face. The strand that had fallen loose of its' hair tie reached slightly past her knees.

"What if someone recognizes me?" she muttered through gritted teeth, glancing anxiously at the sandstone steps, letting her gaze travel up to the entrance.

"Don't worry," her golden-eyed companion with longer and darker hair replied. "They won't."

The red-robed woman strode up the steps, though the other one hesitantly followed behind. Once they opened the door and stepped in, the one who had been cautiously treading up the stairs in the back froze, dark emerald colored eyes darting around. She hadn't expected so many people to be at the tavern.

"Come on," her companion urged, leading her to a table. The purple-robed woman glanced wearily at a white-haired man who stood confidently at the bar. She chose a seat at the table that was farthest away from him.

Of all the people that would recognize Anya's would-have-been murderer, Poet was near the top of that list.

To her dismay, Poet almost immediately noticed them and came over to the table, greeting them warmly. The way he greeted them, sounding so official made her wonder if he was only talking to her companion, or actually didn't recognize her.

Maybe her friend was right. After all, her hair was longer than it had ever been in her whole lifetime, she looked closer to her late teens than later twenties, and her features were also much sharper.

After getting her friend a drink, he placed a bottle of wine on the table behind her remarking, "And if you change your mind, there's a drink on the table behind you, Jaana."

Jaana froze, staring ahead of herself as Poet walked by her to attend to the people at the bar, and then slowly turned her head to her friend.

"You told me they wouldn't recognize me, Telia.." she hissed.

Poet returned after a moment, apologizing for what he seemed to think was a mistaken identity. "You just remind me of someone I know."

Surprisingly, he didn't even ask her name, though another man who sat down at the table did at some point. She remembered hearing rumors of the assassin after he had taken Poet and Cat Lynex aside to talk with them.. With a cleaver to their necks. When Poet introduced this man as Murdoc, she hadn't been expecting to hear a familiar name to the face.

Throughout the night, the way Poet treated her made it hard for her to believe that he didn't know who she was. Even for being Poet, he was much more open around her than he had been when she first met him, and even seemed to avoid questions regarding her identity. That on its own struck her oddly.

After asking for a drink, choosing wine over her usual favorite stronger drinks, he dispelled any doubt that she had about him truly knowing who she was. Behind his back, he slipped her a stronger liquor as well as the wine. He of all people would be the one to know of Jaana's drinking habits.

Though she brushed it aside for the moment, after her friend who identified herself to the others as Lia beckoned that she leave with her, she thought on it and decided that she couldn't ignore the fact that Poet definitely knew who she was.

He also knew that she was under arrest for threatening to kill his daughter and supposedly kidnapping her. It was her fault that his daughter was dead! It baffled her that he had been so merciful despite the fact that she was rude as usual to him.

Humans can be so strange, she thought to herself to dismiss any questions about his intentions.
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