Hadleigh Purkis
The Shipwright
Evening settled over Kuat City, the bustling nightlife of the entertainment district becoming more apparent...
Hadleigh leans over the balcony of her home, the sound of the city filling her ears as ambiance. "My Lady, it is time." One of her aides stepped forth to remind her of more pressing matters. Very rarely would she have time off, but thankfully what comes next is still more relaxing than other aspects of her routine.
The woman marched through empty corridors and past servants. From the lower level she maneuvers to the lobby of her estate, grabbing her coat and then heading out. She was to meet with a representative from the Order of the Sacred Lotus. An Order she had to admit her unfamiliarity with, only hearing rumours of them through back channels elsewhere in the galaxy.
Yet Kuat was in desperate need of assistance, and she was sure they could use her help as well.
Their meeting point? An empty concert hall temporarily repurposed as a private retreat. No concert is to be held at this venue tonight, instead a modest table fit for a few had been settled on the stage, with a set of chairs packed snugly on all sides. Once she had arrived, Hadleigh sits tightly and awaits the arrival of her guest.
Of course refreshments sat idly in the center of the said table, awaiting anyone who would dare partake.
[member="Bethany Kismet"]
Hadleigh leans over the balcony of her home, the sound of the city filling her ears as ambiance. "My Lady, it is time." One of her aides stepped forth to remind her of more pressing matters. Very rarely would she have time off, but thankfully what comes next is still more relaxing than other aspects of her routine.
The woman marched through empty corridors and past servants. From the lower level she maneuvers to the lobby of her estate, grabbing her coat and then heading out. She was to meet with a representative from the Order of the Sacred Lotus. An Order she had to admit her unfamiliarity with, only hearing rumours of them through back channels elsewhere in the galaxy.
Yet Kuat was in desperate need of assistance, and she was sure they could use her help as well.
Their meeting point? An empty concert hall temporarily repurposed as a private retreat. No concert is to be held at this venue tonight, instead a modest table fit for a few had been settled on the stage, with a set of chairs packed snugly on all sides. Once she had arrived, Hadleigh sits tightly and awaits the arrival of her guest.
Of course refreshments sat idly in the center of the said table, awaiting anyone who would dare partake.
[member="Bethany Kismet"]