Calilla stepped back, took a deep breath and surveyed her handiwork. She found herself pleased with the results in spite of her continued doubts.
Over the last two weeks she had visited many places within Bree and the homesteads, in search of an establishment that would meet her requirements. She had not been foolish enough to think that it would be an easy task, but she had hoped to complete it sooner. Sadly, the men and women within the town walls had been unwilling to rent to the likes of her and the people of the homesteads had been only marginally less xenophobic.
Greed had been a saviour in this case. All it had taken was one man who cared more for gold than his neighbors and Calilla had found herself holding a deed to a large hall. It was far larger than she had anticipated, much bigger than she had wanted, but lacking any other options, she had paid the asking price. It was not exactly what she had wanted, but it was in a good location; close to the entrance of the homesteads, it would allow her less savoury suppliers to reach her with little effort.
In the days since, she had done her best to decorate, purchase further stock and even eke out a space for herself within the walls. A bed and a chair was all she had, all she really needed, for personal items. The majority of her gold reserves had gone on new stock to fill the cavernous shop floor and on hiring men to aid her in moving the larger items, but now the place was ready to be opened to the public,
Given that she owned it, she cared little whether or not anyone came to buy from her. The place was really just an excuse - a means by which to remain in Bree-land for the time being whilst appearing to have a legitimate reason. In truth, it kept her static, allowing her enemies to find her more easily, which was exactly what she wanted.
They would come. They would find her waiting and prepared, entrenched in a place the she knew and they did not. The advantage would be hers and they would die. She was under no illusions though; as skilled as she was in killing, sooner or later one would be sent who surpassed her in talent. This knowledge did not concern her. All things died eventually, especially run-away slaves. She had done well to maintain her freedom for this long.
Here, in Eastglen, Bree-land, Calilla would make her stand.
Here, in Eastglen, Bree-land, Calilla would meet her end,
But not for a while yet.
