Iskra surveyed the small suite of rooms she had rented from a Mistress Merimor who lived on Market Way. She had spotteded a small sign in the window of Merimor's Tailors shop and had aquired the rooms that were located in a small side street just off Market Way. Always best to sleep well away from the Rogues quarters in town. Respectable on the outside, that had always been a motto amongst the Crows when it came to passing unnoticed.
From the street the rooms were entered by a door next to the leather-workers shop that made up the ground floor of the house. Once in the door it was a climb up a precariously narrow and steep staircase with the door to the suite of rooms on the left at the top.
The rooms were made up of a reasonable sized drawing room, which had large windows overlooking the street below and which was comfortably furnished with a desk, bookcases, two armchairs and a fireplace. Leading off from the drawing room was a short corridor with a door on the left leading to the privvy, the door on the right leading too a small but well equipped kitchen and a door directly at the end leading to an airy, well lit bedroom.
The bedroom overlooked the small rear yard equipped with a water pump and its singular stable where her black gelding, Morke, was happily munching on some oats. It had a gate into the alley way that ran behind the street and underneath the window the rear of the shop below jutted out providing an easy drop if Iskra had to make a quick exit.
The room was furnished with a large, but simple bed with a small bedside cabinet, a chest at the foot of the bed and a wardrobe, there was also a changing screen with a tin bath behind.
Iskra dumped her saddle bags on the chest and then moved through the rooms adding her own security to the place. A small string of bells hung on the main door to warn of intruders and a series of small stones placed in the corners of the rooms, a nifty piece of bought magic that would alert Iskra if someone tried to break in.
Finally Iskra plumped down on the bed happy that the rooms were suitably secure and took a quick nap.
Having awoken from her nap Iskra decided to head down to the Dancing Dove, Corus' infamous den of The Rogue.
"Better sooner than later." She muttered. She needed to make some connections and get some information before she undertook the business that had brought her to Corus. She had time to spare. Her employer only wanted the job done cleanly and with minimum amount off fuss. It would take time to plan the best way to deal with her target.
She fetched up some water from the yard and washed briskly, after changing out of her travelling clothes.
She dressed in a simple black dyed cotton shirt, tucked into dark green breeches and black calf lenth boots. The clothes were simple and unadorned. She tucked a small charm on a long chain inside her shirt. The charm was in the shape of a crow, a symbol of both her membership of the Carrion Crows assassins and of the Trickster, patron of the rogues. As she tucked the back of her shirt into her waisband she covered up the tattoo on her lower back of a birds skull, another symbol of her adoptive "family".
Finally she pulled on a belt that held a single, simple scanran dagger and money purse, however she hid several more knives, throwing stars and daggers about her person....just in case. You never knew who you were going to come across in these parts. Finally she brushed her dark brown hair until it lay sleek and flat, threw on a woolen overcoat and headed out, raising the protection spells behind her.