Cinnamon buns spread their alluring scent from the cart, the salesman dozing leaned against the wall near the gates, coughing as customer's came to buy his wares and wrapping four buns for a banner to everyone interested in his goods. He looked a bit scruffy and more than a little dirty, his collar greasy and almost grey from sweat and dust. Given that he sat in the Outer Ring, he still attracted quite a few customers, mostly sailors and poor travelers just coming through the gates.
High up upon the wall, seagull's shrill call issued from a dent in the mighty walls, the bird obviously having made a nest in the hollow. A chunk of rock fell down from the crack as the bird moved, showering a dozing merchant. He refused to move, but then a second shower came, and then a flicker later one more. Glancing up, he squinted at the sun and quickly wrapped the cloth upon which his bun laid, shoving it all into the card through a small door at its side.
Almost hurriedly, he picked the handles and pushed the cart out onto the main road, stumbling at the first crossroad clumsily and letting go of the cart which sent sparks up as the nails that held it in place scratched against the cobbles, the side panel opening and revealing the bundle of buns within. An urchin tilted his head at the sight and then broke into a run, passing by the cart, opening the side panel and stealing a bun. "Hey, stop there you little......" The salesman almost started running after the boy, stopping after a few steps, growling in irritation and waving angrily after the boy. "I hope you choke on it." He picked the spilled buns up and soon the cart was rumbling away
At the very edge of the Outer Ring the urchin stopped before a lone hovel that stood defiantly next to the almost well kept houses on the border between Inner and Outer Ring and knocked twice quickly. Three more knocks followed and then one after it, the boy pushing the door open and closing it after him. "He's here." There was a flicker of silence and the figure sitting in the dark back corner spoke softly, the voice betraying her as a woman. "So. The weasel told the truth. You know what to do." The boy nodded and was out of the door within a flicker, once more running along the streets, pausing before several houses and entering after more peculiar knocks.
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The diplomacy is the art of saying "Good dog", while you are searching for a big rock.
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There were perhaps a hundred different reasons to journey to the palace today and perhaps a dozen different routes to get there, but he settled for the simplest and oldest method, walking.
It allowed his fertile imagination the time to review old plans, create new schemes, and as much as anything else, enjoy the sites and smells of the city. Many would be repulsed and disgusted by what he saw, and smelled. Many would fear such a naked and exposed sort of transit, but the Secretary found most of it amusing and interesting. If nothing else, it was life. Sometimes ugly, sometimes touching and beautiful, but always invigorating.
Two bodyguards traveled with him. One, walking near, perhaps a pace or two off his right shoulder, eyes ever scanning, ears poised to pick up anything unnatural. The second was a few paces away, on the other side of the street, just as vigilant, just as wary, but more disguised, more hidden. Anyone watching might never know he was part of the Imperial Secretary’s retinue. One might think him a simple, ordinary man walking in the same vicinity, and not one of the deadly brotherhood.
Today was the day to resume his duties at the palace. Tucked under one arm was a bottle of fine Roque red, to toast the new Caesar with, for today was a day of congratulations, as well as a day to remind the newly crowned Azarin of his obligations.
So he continued down the streets of the outer ring, walking with a purposeful stride, without a care in the world.
It allowed his fertile imagination the time to review old plans, create new schemes, and as much as anything else, enjoy the sites and smells of the city. Many would be repulsed and disgusted by what he saw, and smelled. Many would fear such a naked and exposed sort of transit, but the Secretary found most of it amusing and interesting. If nothing else, it was life. Sometimes ugly, sometimes touching and beautiful, but always invigorating.
Two bodyguards traveled with him. One, walking near, perhaps a pace or two off his right shoulder, eyes ever scanning, ears poised to pick up anything unnatural. The second was a few paces away, on the other side of the street, just as vigilant, just as wary, but more disguised, more hidden. Anyone watching might never know he was part of the Imperial Secretary’s retinue. One might think him a simple, ordinary man walking in the same vicinity, and not one of the deadly brotherhood.
Today was the day to resume his duties at the palace. Tucked under one arm was a bottle of fine Roque red, to toast the new Caesar with, for today was a day of congratulations, as well as a day to remind the newly crowned Azarin of his obligations.
So he continued down the streets of the outer ring, walking with a purposeful stride, without a care in the world.
Quorth's toes gripped the edge of the roof tightly as he watched the boy run down the street towards his perch. Turning his head to the left, he regarded the peculiar youngster with his eye, the shiny bottom upon the boy's coat drawing his attention to it. He wondered where the rest of shinies went, the rest of the buttons dim and made of wood, where the pretty one was obviously brass. Such a nice button. I would like to have one like that. Will the boy give it to me?" He turned his head and observed the running boy with his left eye now, shaking his head as his line of thought continued. [i]Probably not. They always chase me away when I ask for their shinies. As if they can't get themselves a new one. I can't and I love the shinies. It was then that the boy nearly ran into a cart, brushing against its side, the button catching a nail and with a riiiiiiiip and a tug it was gone, clattering to the cobbles. It had barely touched the ground as Quorth swooped past, snatching the shiny in his beak without landing and took a sharp turn to evade the nice cart that gave him a chance to get the button for his collection. The raven barely missed a sausage stand and lifted up into the air, landing once more upon the roof it had been perched upon flickers earlier.
"He's here. Mistress said to get ready." The man nodded to the boy, patting his head, and sending him into another run, emerging from the house a burn later, buttoning his coat and securing the hat upon his head. It was the earring this time that drew Quorth's attention, the golden ring in the man's left ear adorned with a tiny blood red ruby. Ooooooh, very shiny. I want. It sent the raven up into the air once more, as he followed the earring wearer through the alleys. Rather Quorth flew above the man, up where the air was not cluttered with walls and obstacles, keeping his eyes on the earring. The man weaved his way through the alleys, moving towards the Inner Ring, unaware of the pursuit. She had no shinies so Quorth paid little attention, though her red hair did cause him to look her way since it looked like it could hide a nice shiny in its tresses.
"He's here. Mistress said to get ready." The man nodded to the boy, patting his head, and sending him into another run, emerging from the house a burn later, buttoning his coat and securing the hat upon his head. It was the earring this time that drew Quorth's attention, the golden ring in the man's left ear adorned with a tiny blood red ruby. Ooooooh, very shiny. I want. It sent the raven up into the air once more, as he followed the earring wearer through the alleys. Rather Quorth flew above the man, up where the air was not cluttered with walls and obstacles, keeping his eyes on the earring. The man weaved his way through the alleys, moving towards the Inner Ring, unaware of the pursuit. She had no shinies so Quorth paid little attention, though her red hair did cause him to look her way since it looked like it could hide a nice shiny in its tresses.
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The secretary's keen eyes watched a raven swoop and collect something off the cobbles of the street.
Flying carrion...
His disgust for the birds made him step with caution for a flicker as made sure that any filth from the bird stayed far away from the shiny black boots he wore.
Perhaps Red should be here. Azarin has always had an eye for the ladies. It would have provided some interesting entertainment to watch him be both aroused and disgusted...
Gathering traffic made one of Silk's bodyguards walk a little more quickly and little more protectively around the Secretary. Silk nodded his assent and allowed the guard to move into a more protected position. To the naked eye, the Secretary adjusted the buckle of his belt with his free hand. Those who knew would recognize it as a signal to the hidden guard to stay sharp.
He continued to walk the cobbled streets confidently.
Flying carrion...
His disgust for the birds made him step with caution for a flicker as made sure that any filth from the bird stayed far away from the shiny black boots he wore.
Perhaps Red should be here. Azarin has always had an eye for the ladies. It would have provided some interesting entertainment to watch him be both aroused and disgusted...
Gathering traffic made one of Silk's bodyguards walk a little more quickly and little more protectively around the Secretary. Silk nodded his assent and allowed the guard to move into a more protected position. To the naked eye, the Secretary adjusted the buckle of his belt with his free hand. Those who knew would recognize it as a signal to the hidden guard to stay sharp.
He continued to walk the cobbled streets confidently.
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Anora Frollie
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It had been a late night, but Anora had awaken with daylight, as was her tendency. Her body simply knew when the sun was peeking over the horizon. As such, she was out and about, taking in the sights. She wasn't due to start working at Audrey's until the next day, so today was her last day of freedom.
Stepping out into the sea of humanity (and then some), she looked about, trying to decide if she should be law abiding today or lift a purse or two. She was dressed casually, the soft leather pants hugging her legs, as did the boots that reached her knees, laced up tight and with a slight heel, giving the small girl more height. The shirt was slightly open, the chemise underneath peeking out a bit, the robins egg blue silk different than what she would usually wear. It complimented her coloring, though. Her hair was allowed free range and the blond curls danced around her face.
A new day. Anything was possible. And with such a thought, she almost stepped right into the important man as he made his way towards the palace. "Whoa!," she exclaimed, reaching out to steady herself, unaware of whom she was about to try and cling to.
Stepping out into the sea of humanity (and then some), she looked about, trying to decide if she should be law abiding today or lift a purse or two. She was dressed casually, the soft leather pants hugging her legs, as did the boots that reached her knees, laced up tight and with a slight heel, giving the small girl more height. The shirt was slightly open, the chemise underneath peeking out a bit, the robins egg blue silk different than what she would usually wear. It complimented her coloring, though. Her hair was allowed free range and the blond curls danced around her face.
A new day. Anything was possible. And with such a thought, she almost stepped right into the important man as he made his way towards the palace. "Whoa!," she exclaimed, reaching out to steady herself, unaware of whom she was about to try and cling to.
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Having completed the formalities at the gate, the young bard strode into the walls of the Citadel.
Upon entering, Rhoddin was assailed by the sudden smells of a large city, after a day or so on a boat in the clean sea air the stench was quite noticeable, and drew a length of material across his lower face. At the same time he drew the cowl of his cloak up, and without consciously meaning too obscured most of his face to anyone passing by.
Having entered the walls, he almost collided with a young woman who seemed to have entangled herself with a rather official looking man, who from Rhoddin's vantage point seemed to have a minder of his own. Damn there are a lot of bodyguards around here today!
The bard drew up short, ensuring he didn't add to the tableau before him, or worse still, turn it into a tangle of bodies lying on the ground.
"Sorry, nearly cleaned you both up," he managed, retaining his own balance somewhat easier than it may have appeared to onlookers.
Upon entering, Rhoddin was assailed by the sudden smells of a large city, after a day or so on a boat in the clean sea air the stench was quite noticeable, and drew a length of material across his lower face. At the same time he drew the cowl of his cloak up, and without consciously meaning too obscured most of his face to anyone passing by.
Having entered the walls, he almost collided with a young woman who seemed to have entangled herself with a rather official looking man, who from Rhoddin's vantage point seemed to have a minder of his own. Damn there are a lot of bodyguards around here today!
The bard drew up short, ensuring he didn't add to the tableau before him, or worse still, turn it into a tangle of bodies lying on the ground.
"Sorry, nearly cleaned you both up," he managed, retaining his own balance somewhat easier than it may have appeared to onlookers.
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Reise Silverskye
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Reise was starting to get a little frustrated. And a little worried. This alley was so long; had she gone too far? Or not far enough? She couldn't be certain. She wished she was more familiar with the city. With a sigh, she continued on, hoping she'd reach her destination shortly.
Her eyes were drawn upward as, up ahead, a trio of people nearly ran into each other. She didn't think much of it. In tight roadways and alleys in cities, people ran into each other all the time. But as she got closer, her eyes narrowed as she studied the back of the man closest to her. He looked familiar.
Was that...? She quickened her pace, wondering if she had gone mad, or was just incredibly fortunate.
Her eyes were drawn upward as, up ahead, a trio of people nearly ran into each other. She didn't think much of it. In tight roadways and alleys in cities, people ran into each other all the time. But as she got closer, her eyes narrowed as she studied the back of the man closest to her. He looked familiar.
Was that...? She quickened her pace, wondering if she had gone mad, or was just incredibly fortunate.
"Oh look... my tax dollars at work, coming to arrest me." [i]National Treasure: The Book of Secrets[/i]
OOC: Taking control of Silk for a moment, since I need to push this forward and am not sure how busy I will be next week.
It was very dangerous not to watch your step on the Citadel streets, especially in the Outer Ring, and Anora would probably never learn how close to dying she came, the closest guard moving to Silk's side quickly, his hand emerging from the cloak with lightning speed. It was the almost imperceptible wave of the Secretary's hand that made him stop, though he lingered close. The black clad man's other arm met with Anora's collarbone with quite a bit of force, effectively keeping her from bumping into him, sending a light jolt of pain through her frame. The man smiled at the girl before him, his eyes strangely soft, his lips curled into the kind of smile that told of secret knowledge he possessed, knowledge of the kind others wished remained secret forever.
Then Rhoddin almost joined the tangle, causing the other bodyguard to drift closer, again a wave of the black clad man's hand keeping him away, as he brushed a few non-existent specks of dust from his forearm. He turned to the bard and with the same knowing smile added in a soft voice. "Then I guess we are all lucky you did not cleaned us all up. That would have been most...unpleasant, wouldn't it?" He arched a brow and cast a glance towards Anora tilting his head as if he expected something from her.
Reise may have been used to wide streets of King's Court or World's Mouth, but the long alley she had traveled along for a while. She was in an alley at the moment, and the shadow passed over the thin strip of sky overhead, the houses on either side no more than five feet apart. The trio of people was not ahead, but in fact behind her, path ahead of her empty of any movement, though she still had to turn one corner before she had any hope of coming close to her rendezvous with Smataggio. It was a flicker of hesitation that enabled her to see another shadow slip overhead, and this time it was clear it was a humanoid figure, clad in dull grey, a bow on his or her back that traveled across rooftops for some reason.
It was very dangerous not to watch your step on the Citadel streets, especially in the Outer Ring, and Anora would probably never learn how close to dying she came, the closest guard moving to Silk's side quickly, his hand emerging from the cloak with lightning speed. It was the almost imperceptible wave of the Secretary's hand that made him stop, though he lingered close. The black clad man's other arm met with Anora's collarbone with quite a bit of force, effectively keeping her from bumping into him, sending a light jolt of pain through her frame. The man smiled at the girl before him, his eyes strangely soft, his lips curled into the kind of smile that told of secret knowledge he possessed, knowledge of the kind others wished remained secret forever.
Then Rhoddin almost joined the tangle, causing the other bodyguard to drift closer, again a wave of the black clad man's hand keeping him away, as he brushed a few non-existent specks of dust from his forearm. He turned to the bard and with the same knowing smile added in a soft voice. "Then I guess we are all lucky you did not cleaned us all up. That would have been most...unpleasant, wouldn't it?" He arched a brow and cast a glance towards Anora tilting his head as if he expected something from her.
Reise may have been used to wide streets of King's Court or World's Mouth, but the long alley she had traveled along for a while. She was in an alley at the moment, and the shadow passed over the thin strip of sky overhead, the houses on either side no more than five feet apart. The trio of people was not ahead, but in fact behind her, path ahead of her empty of any movement, though she still had to turn one corner before she had any hope of coming close to her rendezvous with Smataggio. It was a flicker of hesitation that enabled her to see another shadow slip overhead, and this time it was clear it was a humanoid figure, clad in dull grey, a bow on his or her back that traveled across rooftops for some reason.
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That was the last time Anora would ever allow herself to drink that much in one night, she decided as her clumsiness ended up giving her a hard jolt in the shoulder. She was lucky to have kept her footing after that. Looking up, she caught Silk's eye, noting the expression. It was a knowing expression, as if he knew who and what she was. Instead of blushing or trying to run off, she just smiled back, a cocky grin, turning to look at Rhodding as the confusion continued.
"Can't be having anything unpleasant. Enough of that in the world," she replied with her cocky grin. "Sorry about that, sir. You'd think being as close to the ground as I am, I'd be better able to see where I'm going." She placed her hands on her hips, in plain sight, so that no one would think they might be slipping to grab a money purse or anything, her eyes traveling to the man's bodyguards. "Hope I didn't hurt anyone."
"Can't be having anything unpleasant. Enough of that in the world," she replied with her cocky grin. "Sorry about that, sir. You'd think being as close to the ground as I am, I'd be better able to see where I'm going." She placed her hands on her hips, in plain sight, so that no one would think they might be slipping to grab a money purse or anything, her eyes traveling to the man's bodyguards. "Hope I didn't hurt anyone."
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Rhoddin
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As the man in black spoke, a note of apprehension formed in the bards mind, if nothing else over the last few weeks and months, Rhoddin had met some very dangerous people, and something about the man before him screamed, very dangerous. Still it seemed little harm had been done, Thank the gods for that!
As the small woman spoke, Rhoddin couldn't help but smile, it seemed infectious, "True my lady, it seems there is indeed to much unpleasantness in the world today already."
Looking back the man in black, Rhoddin offered him a brief, but well meant bow. "And my apologies to your good self. It seems I have barely avoided a most unpleasant situation." Rhoddins eyes and voice were steady as he addressed the man, but there was no hint of challenge in his voice, he simply wished to apologise, without offering offence, to a man who seemed to be somewhat more than he appeared.
As the small woman spoke, Rhoddin couldn't help but smile, it seemed infectious, "True my lady, it seems there is indeed to much unpleasantness in the world today already."
Looking back the man in black, Rhoddin offered him a brief, but well meant bow. "And my apologies to your good self. It seems I have barely avoided a most unpleasant situation." Rhoddins eyes and voice were steady as he addressed the man, but there was no hint of challenge in his voice, he simply wished to apologise, without offering offence, to a man who seemed to be somewhat more than he appeared.
[color=blue]Back from the brink, but still lost, damn some times just never change.[/color]
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Reise Silverskye
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Reise paused as she saw the figure overhead. That certainly was not a comforting sight. She took a careful look around herself, making sure that no one was very close to her, or perhaps following her. She saw the group of people behind her, but they were so closely clustered she couldn't tell who they were, or even if she recognized any of them.
Finally, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves, and continued on her way. She saw the corner ahead, which she needed to turn, and hoped her destination was not far beyond it. She reached it, proceeding at a careful pace, then turned the corner.
Finally, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves, and continued on her way. She saw the corner ahead, which she needed to turn, and hoped her destination was not far beyond it. She reached it, proceeding at a careful pace, then turned the corner.
"Oh look... my tax dollars at work, coming to arrest me." [i]National Treasure: The Book of Secrets[/i]
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At the edge of his conscious thought something tugged at Rhoddins mind, and looked down an alleyway that ended close to where he stood, catching a glimpse of someone turning a corner and moving out of sight. For some reason he thought there was something familiar about that person, but he couldn't quite pin down what.
Shrugging his shoulders he felt he missed something of consequence, before turning back to the two people before him, now what was about to happen here...
Shrugging his shoulders he felt he missed something of consequence, before turning back to the two people before him, now what was about to happen here...
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Lir Calysta Markby
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Surprisingly, Lir wasn't tired or all too grumpy. The ship was smooth and the people weren't a smelly bunch that didn't entirely understand that whatever one found up their nose wasn't food. She shuddered and reminded herself to not have such thoughts. Getting a weak stomach in my old age. It made her chuckle as she shook her head. Now where to start...? As she stepped closer towards the Citadel, her heart squeezed. Memories poured into her as she saw dirty street urchin running about being one of those kids a long time ago. So much has happened to her since then.
Her violet eye caught the man dressed in black from earlier and his deadly escorts as well as the two that suddenly became entangled with the trio. The man in black was closer that she could study his face and practised subtlety. It wouldn't do to gawk or it might draw attention to herself and glanced at the others around him including the guards hoping to see what weapons they held. Probably had the ability to snap a man's neck with their bare hands. An official perhaps? Could be, I suppose. She didn't know if she wanted any of that action. Of course with the crowd and chaos it wasn't difficult to remain inconspicuous she imagined. So she hung back and took smaller strides to make her way around the group so she wasn't pulled into any dangerous drama on her first day back home. It would be interesting if someone got injuried then perhaps she would get paid but definitely not her intention of being the wounded. With that thought in mind, she went with the flow of the direction of the people while observing those around her and keeping her wits sharp.
Her violet eye caught the man dressed in black from earlier and his deadly escorts as well as the two that suddenly became entangled with the trio. The man in black was closer that she could study his face and practised subtlety. It wouldn't do to gawk or it might draw attention to herself and glanced at the others around him including the guards hoping to see what weapons they held. Probably had the ability to snap a man's neck with their bare hands. An official perhaps? Could be, I suppose. She didn't know if she wanted any of that action. Of course with the crowd and chaos it wasn't difficult to remain inconspicuous she imagined. So she hung back and took smaller strides to make her way around the group so she wasn't pulled into any dangerous drama on her first day back home. It would be interesting if someone got injuried then perhaps she would get paid but definitely not her intention of being the wounded. With that thought in mind, she went with the flow of the direction of the people while observing those around her and keeping her wits sharp.
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Cold, calculating eyes appraised the figures in front of him. The girl was harmless. The fellow, a ruffian, nothing more.
No need to bring the hammer down on them... yet.
"Quite alright, quite alright. No harm done. Good tide to you then."
The Secretary straightened his black coat and brushed at his sleeves nonchalantly.
With the barest of nods and an almost imperceptible gesture, he waved off his bodyguard to keep from killing them. There was a careful glance about to check his surroundings.
If an ambush is coming, then surely this was the diversion...
With a playful wink he began to stride forward once more.
Ambush! Ha! As if anyone would dare ambush me here on the streets on my city!
No need to bring the hammer down on them... yet.
"Quite alright, quite alright. No harm done. Good tide to you then."
The Secretary straightened his black coat and brushed at his sleeves nonchalantly.
With the barest of nods and an almost imperceptible gesture, he waved off his bodyguard to keep from killing them. There was a careful glance about to check his surroundings.
If an ambush is coming, then surely this was the diversion...
With a playful wink he began to stride forward once more.
Ambush! Ha! As if anyone would dare ambush me here on the streets on my city!
Reise found the alley occupied, finding herself face to face with a tip of a crossbow bolt, a man holding it, beckoning her to enter the alley more fully with a finger. With inches between her eyes and the wickedly sharp, steel grey tip, she was in a very real danger of having a third nostril made right between her eyes. The standoff lasted but a flicker, the weapon lowered down. "Signore Smataggio is in the alcove to the left." A few paces away she found the mentioned alcove, or rather a deep door frame with the door behind the man in it boarded up. "Good day, signorina. Please, join me for a chat." He motioned to a vacant space nearby and remained silent until she moved there. "I am Marco Smataggio, Cultural Attache in the World's Mouth Embassy here at Citadel. I am sorry about your dress, but I could not meet you in the Dragon. Tell me something of yourself before I give you your assignments."
Perhaps the best man to compare the black clad man's figure and motions would be the famed Captain Raven Darkheart who ruled the Nether's Gate. Both had the same grace and overwhelming confidence that simply oozed out of their every step, every motion of their bodies. Silk was no longer in his prime, but he was still quite agile and his motions were remarkably swift. It was the sole fact that she kept to the side in her examination that enabled Lir to catch a glimpse of a movement on the rooftop to the left. A flicker later there was another motion from the same spot and this time she could see it was a person moving upon the rooftop, clad in matte grey shirt.
Quorth cawed in protest, a flutter of his wings sending him once more up into the air as the silly shiny-keeper crept along the roof close to where he rested. The raven caught a gust of warm wind under his wings and seemed to hover in the air for a flicker, moving backwards and up as his feathers caught the current more fully. His eyes searched for a place to land, and with annoyance only a bird of his noble species could feel, noted that none of the roofs were suitable, since the three best ones had shiny-keepers atop them. Had he been able of sighing in resignation, Quorth would most assuredly have done so, but as it were he simply folded his wing and with precision born with years of practice deftly landed atop a signpost.
Perhaps the best man to compare the black clad man's figure and motions would be the famed Captain Raven Darkheart who ruled the Nether's Gate. Both had the same grace and overwhelming confidence that simply oozed out of their every step, every motion of their bodies. Silk was no longer in his prime, but he was still quite agile and his motions were remarkably swift. It was the sole fact that she kept to the side in her examination that enabled Lir to catch a glimpse of a movement on the rooftop to the left. A flicker later there was another motion from the same spot and this time she could see it was a person moving upon the rooftop, clad in matte grey shirt.
Quorth cawed in protest, a flutter of his wings sending him once more up into the air as the silly shiny-keeper crept along the roof close to where he rested. The raven caught a gust of warm wind under his wings and seemed to hover in the air for a flicker, moving backwards and up as his feathers caught the current more fully. His eyes searched for a place to land, and with annoyance only a bird of his noble species could feel, noted that none of the roofs were suitable, since the three best ones had shiny-keepers atop them. Had he been able of sighing in resignation, Quorth would most assuredly have done so, but as it were he simply folded his wing and with precision born with years of practice deftly landed atop a signpost.
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Rhoddin took in the quality of the man before him, he was dangerous, but didn't seem hostile, at least not at the moment.
As the young bard was about to offer a good tiding to the man he was distracted by the noise of a crow, and chanced to look up to see what had annoyed the bird so, now what was that up above him on the roof tops ...
As the young bard was about to offer a good tiding to the man he was distracted by the noise of a crow, and chanced to look up to see what had annoyed the bird so, now what was that up above him on the roof tops ...
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Reise froze instantly as she came face to face with the crossbow bolt, and felt her eyes widening just a bit. She didn't bother to hide her sigh of relief as the weapon was pointed in a different direction. She followed the instructions without question, until she was standing next to Smataggio in the alcove.
"Yes, I... I'm not surprised you couldn't meet me there," she said finally. "I'm sure you're not surprised by the fact that this isn't exactly my area of expertise. I didn't know where else to meet you, or even if my method of contacting you would be the right one. I'm relieved to see it worked, if not in the manner I had thought it would."
She paused, taking a moment to regain her composure, and sweep a stray lock of raven hair back out of her face. "I'm sure you know, my name is Reise Silverskye. I'm from Roque d'Ancourt, though I also lived for a short time in King's Court. From there, I went to Aveas for a time, where I attempted to make use of myself in the war. But when that fell through, I fled to World's Mouth, where I met the man who hired me for this job." She shrugged. "That's really all there is to tell. I don't know what you want to know about me... I'll answer your questions as best I can..."
She let her voice trail off, full aware that she'd given him only a very sketchy overview of her activities over the past few months.
"Yes, I... I'm not surprised you couldn't meet me there," she said finally. "I'm sure you're not surprised by the fact that this isn't exactly my area of expertise. I didn't know where else to meet you, or even if my method of contacting you would be the right one. I'm relieved to see it worked, if not in the manner I had thought it would."
She paused, taking a moment to regain her composure, and sweep a stray lock of raven hair back out of her face. "I'm sure you know, my name is Reise Silverskye. I'm from Roque d'Ancourt, though I also lived for a short time in King's Court. From there, I went to Aveas for a time, where I attempted to make use of myself in the war. But when that fell through, I fled to World's Mouth, where I met the man who hired me for this job." She shrugged. "That's really all there is to tell. I don't know what you want to know about me... I'll answer your questions as best I can..."
She let her voice trail off, full aware that she'd given him only a very sketchy overview of her activities over the past few months.
"Oh look... my tax dollars at work, coming to arrest me." [i]National Treasure: The Book of Secrets[/i]
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Anora Frollie
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Anora stood where she was for a flicker, her expression shifting from curiosity to pure mischief. It had been a while since she had gotten into trouble and the man in black reeked trouble. Large bodyguards, knowing looks, cocky attitude. He was trouble with a capital T. Heck, he was trouble all caps: T-R-O-U-B-L-E. This called to the reckless streak in the little pickpocket. Her smile spread as she casually took up a pace behind him, stopping to look at the vendors every so often, her eyes scanning their surrondings, up and down the street, in alleys, up towards the roof. Something was going to happen. And she wanted to be there when it did.
[color=darkblue][i][b]The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.[/b][/i][/color]
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Lir Calysta Markby
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The ship healer caught a glimpse of something to her left which caused her head to tilt smoothly and subtly, and her eye rested in the same place allowing her to catch sight of a person. Her eye narrowed as she watched a person on the rooftop and wondered if this was an assassination of sort. She concentrated a bit longer to see if she could catch any sort of glint of a weapon. It wasn't really in her nature to stop what was to be and instead she decided to observe what was to come. Perhaps she might even consider trying to save the man in black's life if he was even the target.
Wasn't it a moral issue for her not to save the man before hand? What if he was a bad man, or a good man, wouldn't it matter? Too many thoughts in my head. She said to herself as she continued to watch. Lir also tried to figure out when the target would get in range for the man in grey to act. What have I fallen into?
Wasn't it a moral issue for her not to save the man before hand? What if he was a bad man, or a good man, wouldn't it matter? Too many thoughts in my head. She said to herself as she continued to watch. Lir also tried to figure out when the target would get in range for the man in grey to act. What have I fallen into?
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The man's left hand had been obscured from sight, hanging down as he crept along the roof, the mere fact that he did not use it to keep the balance on the slippery roof, indicating that he held something in it. Had she not been following his advance, Lir never would have seen him as he finally settled down, perched behind a chimney, only a corner of his head visible, his eyes on the street bellow. The black clad man was moving down the street, approaching a rather busy crossroad with the same sure, easy gait that had brought him so far. A blondish-brown haired girl that had run into him but a few flickers before, followed him, tall, green-eyed man that had been talking to the pair, raising his eyes to the sky.
Smataggio seemed quite calm, smiling encouragingly to Reise's words, nodding at her explanation. "It is quite alright. Part of why you will be well suited for this is the fact that you have little previous experience. For start all you have to do is settle down. Your papers...." He reached into the coat pocket and pulled a small, leather wrapped bundle. "....are as genuine as they get. You will be one of the many clerks there, and should have pretty large freedom to move about the Embassy. I do not need you to steal any secrets or anything of the sort. I need you to be one of the staff members and to learn as much as you can of their every day duties. Once you are established there, we will meet again and your first report will determine your first real assignment." He paused and straightened the lapels of his coat. "One thing though. Beware of two men there. Ambassador Hagen is one of them. He is a very dangerous man and you had better steer clear of him at first. The other is Antoine Ciccone. He is a former Corporal of the Condotierre and a traitor to the World's Mouth. I would be most interested in anything you can learn of him. He has insulted our Lady Ambassador and has been sentenced to death for his treachery of our fair city."
Anora found that following SIlk, entailed following one of the guards who followed Silk, as the man took up position between the girl and his master, not once glancing to see where she was, but always keeping the dark clad figure forward obscured from her vision. The man was lithe and almost impossibly tall, his dark cloak hanging limply around his body, long strides carrying him forward in a series of gliding, slow steps. For each of his steps the girl had to make two to cover the same distance.
"SILK!" A cry rose over the crowd on the square, people parting before the black-clad Imperial Secretary, leaving an empty patch of road before him, leading to a lone figure, clad in a well worn cloak, the hood drawn over its eyes. The voice was hoarse, the sex of its owner indistinguishable, until she pulled the hood back. The girl, for it was a girl could not have been more than four, maybe four and a half feet tall, a mess of mousy, brown curls covering her head. Angry red, ugly scar ran from her left ear, down her jaw and ended just above the girl jugular. She stood there, barefoot, her shoulders squared, suddenly a silence falling over the small square, the pair of bodyguards moving forward, flanking their leader, ready to protect him from the almost petite creature in front of him. "I've been waiting for you, Silk. I need to thank you for helping me find Caesar Anochrim's murderer. I never would have managed without your help."
Quorth busied himself with cleaning his feathers, the shiny keepers bellow, deciding to quit their incessant moving and noise making ways. Only one of them talked now, the rest listening to her. He wondered if perhaps shiny-keepers had different customs than his kind. It must have been so since they could not fly and show their females their skill and intelligence. They probably engaged in a battle to show they were worthy, like Qurth had seen some other fliers do. It was then that his eyes caught the stout legged man watching him and turned his gaze to him. That one seemed to like ravens and to Quorth it meant he was probably more willing to give away something shiny or edible. Preferably both.
The raven pushed off again, this time landing on the wooden figure of a naked, winged female that graced the rooftop of a nearby small pub, spreading his wings, nearly within Rhoddin's reach. Obscuring most of the rooftop behind him, the raven turned his head to the side, and all but pointed out something rather interesting to the bard bellow. The tip of his beak rested right on the still form of a man, hiding behind a small chimney, a bow in his hand. Quorth regarded the bard with his eye, as the man behind him drew an arrow from a quiver strapped to his thigh, still obscured from view of those bellow.
A trader hawked his wares somewhere on the main street, his offer of silk clearly audible in the small alley in which Reise and Smataggio stood. A flicker later an alley-cat let out a long meeeeeooooooow, that no ordinary, pampered cat could have made. Another one followed. Then one more and a flicker later, Reise found herself with Smataggio's hand over her mouth, his voice a whisper in her ear. "Quiet now. Seems we have unwanted visitors around here." His hold of her mouth lessened, then the hand moved away, as his right ear moved, shifting as he focused his hearing as much as he could.
OOC: I ought to mention don't I. This thread is IMPASSABLE. Good luck everyone.
Smataggio seemed quite calm, smiling encouragingly to Reise's words, nodding at her explanation. "It is quite alright. Part of why you will be well suited for this is the fact that you have little previous experience. For start all you have to do is settle down. Your papers...." He reached into the coat pocket and pulled a small, leather wrapped bundle. "....are as genuine as they get. You will be one of the many clerks there, and should have pretty large freedom to move about the Embassy. I do not need you to steal any secrets or anything of the sort. I need you to be one of the staff members and to learn as much as you can of their every day duties. Once you are established there, we will meet again and your first report will determine your first real assignment." He paused and straightened the lapels of his coat. "One thing though. Beware of two men there. Ambassador Hagen is one of them. He is a very dangerous man and you had better steer clear of him at first. The other is Antoine Ciccone. He is a former Corporal of the Condotierre and a traitor to the World's Mouth. I would be most interested in anything you can learn of him. He has insulted our Lady Ambassador and has been sentenced to death for his treachery of our fair city."
Anora found that following SIlk, entailed following one of the guards who followed Silk, as the man took up position between the girl and his master, not once glancing to see where she was, but always keeping the dark clad figure forward obscured from her vision. The man was lithe and almost impossibly tall, his dark cloak hanging limply around his body, long strides carrying him forward in a series of gliding, slow steps. For each of his steps the girl had to make two to cover the same distance.
"SILK!" A cry rose over the crowd on the square, people parting before the black-clad Imperial Secretary, leaving an empty patch of road before him, leading to a lone figure, clad in a well worn cloak, the hood drawn over its eyes. The voice was hoarse, the sex of its owner indistinguishable, until she pulled the hood back. The girl, for it was a girl could not have been more than four, maybe four and a half feet tall, a mess of mousy, brown curls covering her head. Angry red, ugly scar ran from her left ear, down her jaw and ended just above the girl jugular. She stood there, barefoot, her shoulders squared, suddenly a silence falling over the small square, the pair of bodyguards moving forward, flanking their leader, ready to protect him from the almost petite creature in front of him. "I've been waiting for you, Silk. I need to thank you for helping me find Caesar Anochrim's murderer. I never would have managed without your help."
Quorth busied himself with cleaning his feathers, the shiny keepers bellow, deciding to quit their incessant moving and noise making ways. Only one of them talked now, the rest listening to her. He wondered if perhaps shiny-keepers had different customs than his kind. It must have been so since they could not fly and show their females their skill and intelligence. They probably engaged in a battle to show they were worthy, like Qurth had seen some other fliers do. It was then that his eyes caught the stout legged man watching him and turned his gaze to him. That one seemed to like ravens and to Quorth it meant he was probably more willing to give away something shiny or edible. Preferably both.
The raven pushed off again, this time landing on the wooden figure of a naked, winged female that graced the rooftop of a nearby small pub, spreading his wings, nearly within Rhoddin's reach. Obscuring most of the rooftop behind him, the raven turned his head to the side, and all but pointed out something rather interesting to the bard bellow. The tip of his beak rested right on the still form of a man, hiding behind a small chimney, a bow in his hand. Quorth regarded the bard with his eye, as the man behind him drew an arrow from a quiver strapped to his thigh, still obscured from view of those bellow.
A trader hawked his wares somewhere on the main street, his offer of silk clearly audible in the small alley in which Reise and Smataggio stood. A flicker later an alley-cat let out a long meeeeeooooooow, that no ordinary, pampered cat could have made. Another one followed. Then one more and a flicker later, Reise found herself with Smataggio's hand over her mouth, his voice a whisper in her ear. "Quiet now. Seems we have unwanted visitors around here." His hold of her mouth lessened, then the hand moved away, as his right ear moved, shifting as he focused his hearing as much as he could.
OOC: I ought to mention don't I. This thread is IMPASSABLE. Good luck everyone.
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When the Imperial Secretary was confronted with the tiny, ugly figure in front of him, he knew in an instant that one of them would not be seeing the sun set on this day. The hideous little dwarf creature that called him out in the middle of his city was a dangerous opponent to be certain, but not one that was invincible.
To say that he was surprised out here, was something less than the truth. In a way, he had almost asked for it. The Brotherhood had its spies out here in the Outer Ring. This was not an accidental route or some chance occurrence. He knew that she had been hiding out here in the reeds for some time, still that she chose now as the time and this as the place required a certain amount of moxie on her part.
Got to the give the horrible little creature some credit. Although one must wonder if she is fully prepared to pay the high price of removing me...
With a backward glance, he found to his liking that Anora was still relatively close. The murmured comment he gave her was one for her ears only, and one that likely only she would understand. He adjusted his voice to fit his old disguise, there was little use in keeping the pretense now.
"Well then my flower. Time for one to get another wild hair up one's arse! Are you ready to lift the greatest treasure of all?"
Anora would certainly recognize him now, if not he felt a bit sorry for her as she would get her throat slit without ever realizing who Varesh really was.
Two men and a pickpocket... A lovely army... Fortunately it is likely more than enough...
He called out to Manyana loudly.
"No thanks are necessary good lady Manyana!"
He shouted her name, if she did manage to slay him, he wanted everyone to know who was guilty of his murder. He might be dead, but his ghost would haunt her black cell to the end of her days.
"You are kind to think of me though! You look wonderful! The days and nights in your cave have really done wonders for your skin!"
"Find out how many she has, we'll take a coach if necessary." He whispered to his closest bodyguard. He gave the other a nearly invisible signal they called the Red Road. It essentially meant leave no prisoners. and kill everyone.
Tonight will be a glorious feast...
"Light the smoke beacon. Its time..."
To say that he was surprised out here, was something less than the truth. In a way, he had almost asked for it. The Brotherhood had its spies out here in the Outer Ring. This was not an accidental route or some chance occurrence. He knew that she had been hiding out here in the reeds for some time, still that she chose now as the time and this as the place required a certain amount of moxie on her part.
Got to the give the horrible little creature some credit. Although one must wonder if she is fully prepared to pay the high price of removing me...
With a backward glance, he found to his liking that Anora was still relatively close. The murmured comment he gave her was one for her ears only, and one that likely only she would understand. He adjusted his voice to fit his old disguise, there was little use in keeping the pretense now.
"Well then my flower. Time for one to get another wild hair up one's arse! Are you ready to lift the greatest treasure of all?"
Anora would certainly recognize him now, if not he felt a bit sorry for her as she would get her throat slit without ever realizing who Varesh really was.
Two men and a pickpocket... A lovely army... Fortunately it is likely more than enough...
He called out to Manyana loudly.
"No thanks are necessary good lady Manyana!"
He shouted her name, if she did manage to slay him, he wanted everyone to know who was guilty of his murder. He might be dead, but his ghost would haunt her black cell to the end of her days.
"You are kind to think of me though! You look wonderful! The days and nights in your cave have really done wonders for your skin!"
"Find out how many she has, we'll take a coach if necessary." He whispered to his closest bodyguard. He gave the other a nearly invisible signal they called the Red Road. It essentially meant leave no prisoners. and kill everyone.
Tonight will be a glorious feast...
"Light the smoke beacon. Its time..."
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Rhoddin
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Rhoddin watched as the raven alighted on the statue of naked woman, surprised, but not upset that the raven had come closer. Following the line of it's beak, he saw an archer, partially hidden, raise an arrow to his (well he assumed it was a male) bow. No doubt someone was in for trouble.
Even as he processed this thought, the crowd cleared from around the man in black. So it's you they're after is it, well well, dangerous and with well organised enemies, even more dangerous then.
The young bard now had a quandary, who to help. Was the man in black the good guy here or, as is usually the case, the black hat was the bad guy? Well, whatever the case he had been civil to Rhoddin, if not exactly welcoming, and the young bard placed some credence in that thought.
Standing stock still, the young man slid into the now familiar state of a semi trance, feeling the energy of those around him swell as he quickly, but efficiently centered himself. The physical world seemed to slow and fade as his inner sight perceived the flow of energy of the etheric plane.
He drew strands of energy into himself, fashioning a single strand which he infused into his own voice, before speaking with his Bardic Voice.
He spoke one word, aiming his command at the man on the roof top "STOP". His command was spoken clearly, not shouted, but he was confident it would carry to the man. He was also it confident it would have the desired effect, he was sure in this part of his skill.
Looking towards the man in black, he wove another simple, but succinct command, before he spoke again, simply speaking his warning "BEWARE", it was not really fashioned as a command, but rather a warning. Rhoddin wasn't at all sure how this would work, but he could think of no other course of action at present. Rhoddin was worried, if there was one assassin, there would likely be more, well he would have sent more anyway.
Now it would begin, Rhoddin had done what he could for the moment, and at that moment cast a quizzical look at the raven who had decided to intervene in the affairs of men, most strange.
Even as he processed this thought, the crowd cleared from around the man in black. So it's you they're after is it, well well, dangerous and with well organised enemies, even more dangerous then.
The young bard now had a quandary, who to help. Was the man in black the good guy here or, as is usually the case, the black hat was the bad guy? Well, whatever the case he had been civil to Rhoddin, if not exactly welcoming, and the young bard placed some credence in that thought.
Standing stock still, the young man slid into the now familiar state of a semi trance, feeling the energy of those around him swell as he quickly, but efficiently centered himself. The physical world seemed to slow and fade as his inner sight perceived the flow of energy of the etheric plane.
He drew strands of energy into himself, fashioning a single strand which he infused into his own voice, before speaking with his Bardic Voice.
He spoke one word, aiming his command at the man on the roof top "STOP". His command was spoken clearly, not shouted, but he was confident it would carry to the man. He was also it confident it would have the desired effect, he was sure in this part of his skill.
Looking towards the man in black, he wove another simple, but succinct command, before he spoke again, simply speaking his warning "BEWARE", it was not really fashioned as a command, but rather a warning. Rhoddin wasn't at all sure how this would work, but he could think of no other course of action at present. Rhoddin was worried, if there was one assassin, there would likely be more, well he would have sent more anyway.
Now it would begin, Rhoddin had done what he could for the moment, and at that moment cast a quizzical look at the raven who had decided to intervene in the affairs of men, most strange.
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Anora Frollie
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Anora didn't mind following the bodyguard. She slipped easily between people, keeping the dark cloaks in sight. Really, it was quite fun. Kept her on her toes, kept her skills toned. It wasn't until the little lady spoke that she took note of anyone else around. She cocked her head to the side, moving slightly closer to get a better view. The woman was even smaller than she was. For once, the little thief didn't feel so little.
When Silk spoke to her, Anora nearly stumbled. That voice. Shit! No... Shit! She stood nearby, stunned for a moment. It was only a flicker, before the smile returned once more, mischevious as ever. "Always happy to do some lifting, milord" she replied softly, her eyes on him twinkling. Yep. Trouble.
When Silk spoke to her, Anora nearly stumbled. That voice. Shit! No... Shit! She stood nearby, stunned for a moment. It was only a flicker, before the smile returned once more, mischevious as ever. "Always happy to do some lifting, milord" she replied softly, her eyes on him twinkling. Yep. Trouble.
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Reise Silverskye
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Reise took the papers given to her, carefully looking them over as she continued to listen to what he had to say. They certainly looked official enough, but she had never seen papers of their sort before, so wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. She tried to read them, and while she recognized some of the words, there was also a lot of official jargon she didn't recognize.
Reise gasped and almost dropped the papers when Smataggio clamped his hand over her mouth. She nodded at his warning, indicating that she wouldn't make any noise. She stood close to him, beside and slightly behind him, suddenly remembering the gray figure she'd seen earlier. Her gaze drifted upward, to the rooftops that she could see from the alcove.
She leaned very close to Smataggio and whispered very, very softly into his ear. "They're on the rooftops," she said. "I saw one earlier, dressed in gray. I thought it was a simple thief. Are they... here for us? For me?"
Reise gasped and almost dropped the papers when Smataggio clamped his hand over her mouth. She nodded at his warning, indicating that she wouldn't make any noise. She stood close to him, beside and slightly behind him, suddenly remembering the gray figure she'd seen earlier. Her gaze drifted upward, to the rooftops that she could see from the alcove.
She leaned very close to Smataggio and whispered very, very softly into his ear. "They're on the rooftops," she said. "I saw one earlier, dressed in gray. I thought it was a simple thief. Are they... here for us? For me?"
"Oh look... my tax dollars at work, coming to arrest me." [i]National Treasure: The Book of Secrets[/i]
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Lir Calysta Markby
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Interestingly enough everything seemed to slowly fall into place. She didn't recognise any of these people but the events around them were slowly unfolding.
Then someone called out a name. "Silk" Luckily, the name didn't really ring a bell, but she had a feeling that she didn't know much of the politics that went along in the place. Of course, she had a feeling that wouldn't last.
It was difficult not to look interested by the conversation in the square. Something did not seem right. It seems that they might have all landed in the middle of a gang fight or an assassination. Everyone seemed riled up, one of the bodyguards were whispered to. This isn't going to end very well.
Another man shouted out Beware which caused her to look back at him, and it seemed that the man had found the assassin and a rather large black bird.
No sudden movements. She told herself, but thoughts went to the knives that were in her medical bag. Her goal was to weave through the crowd to the very edge to ensure she wouldn't get trampled, and perhaps have a more clear view of what is going on.
It was odd that the short scarred woman, and the man in black, Silk were exchanging thanks but the tension was so thick that it was almost suffocating.
Number one instinct was to protect herself, she looked about for any suspicious characters, anyone that looked too rough to not be a part of this. No sudden movements. Don't bring attention to yourself, you are just a healer...nothing more.
Then someone called out a name. "Silk" Luckily, the name didn't really ring a bell, but she had a feeling that she didn't know much of the politics that went along in the place. Of course, she had a feeling that wouldn't last.
It was difficult not to look interested by the conversation in the square. Something did not seem right. It seems that they might have all landed in the middle of a gang fight or an assassination. Everyone seemed riled up, one of the bodyguards were whispered to. This isn't going to end very well.
Another man shouted out Beware which caused her to look back at him, and it seemed that the man had found the assassin and a rather large black bird.
No sudden movements. She told herself, but thoughts went to the knives that were in her medical bag. Her goal was to weave through the crowd to the very edge to ensure she wouldn't get trampled, and perhaps have a more clear view of what is going on.
It was odd that the short scarred woman, and the man in black, Silk were exchanging thanks but the tension was so thick that it was almost suffocating.
Number one instinct was to protect herself, she looked about for any suspicious characters, anyone that looked too rough to not be a part of this. No sudden movements. Don't bring attention to yourself, you are just a healer...nothing more.
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