Arlillia's chronicals, part two.
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sorcyressShe walked along the city streets quietly, keeping her face hidden under the brim of her large hood. Her beauty would have given her away, had she not kept her head down and her cloak around her thin frame. Finally she slid into the Crystal Dragon, an inn and pub that was well renowned for it's being host to the king of theives and his court. Whats more, she knew that this was the only place where she could buy directions to one of the homes belonging to any of the four great masters of theifcraft and sneakery.
She sat down at a quiet table and purchased a mug of ale from a serving wench. She sipped it slowly and cautiously, it was a bit stronger then anything she was used to, and she had to watch to make sure she didn't do something foolish. Finally, she rose carefully, and, carrying her ale with her, sat across from one of the many information brokers that frequented the pub. He was an old man, with a scarred face and greying hair, but his aura of importance and the dark blue band wrapped twice around his arm marked him as a keeper of knowladge.
"Whaddoyouknow." he rasped, his voice as scarred as his face "A pretty little tart thinkin she can just waltz in here and have no'un notice. Yew got e'ery eye in the pub on yew missy, I'd suggest yew leave now, afore one of 'em decides he wants a peice of that pretty face yew've got there." He leaned back in his chair, obviously pleased to see her sudden stiffining and quick look around the pub.
More to follow.
~Your Storyteller
MOOP!
She sat down at a quiet table and purchased a mug of ale from a serving wench. She sipped it slowly and cautiously, it was a bit stronger then anything she was used to, and she had to watch to make sure she didn't do something foolish. Finally, she rose carefully, and, carrying her ale with her, sat across from one of the many information brokers that frequented the pub. He was an old man, with a scarred face and greying hair, but his aura of importance and the dark blue band wrapped twice around his arm marked him as a keeper of knowladge.
"Whaddoyouknow." he rasped, his voice as scarred as his face "A pretty little tart thinkin she can just waltz in here and have no'un notice. Yew got e'ery eye in the pub on yew missy, I'd suggest yew leave now, afore one of 'em decides he wants a peice of that pretty face yew've got there." He leaned back in his chair, obviously pleased to see her sudden stiffining and quick look around the pub.
More to follow.
~Your Storyteller
MOOP!
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