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Post by Windsong on Apr 21, 2004 10:59:56 GMT -5
Windsong stands at the window in his bedroom peering around the corners. Down below he watches as the young wench walks towards the gates. “That fool. What was he thinking.”<br> The guards smile at her as she passes. “There as bad.” He watches as she dwindles from view. Windsong’s eyes dart towards the door to the manerhouse. “Does he mean to let her leave without even being followed?”<br> Picking up his cloak he turns towards the door. “How did he ever survive long enough to reach Captain.”
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 21, 2004 11:05:41 GMT -5
*She takes her time, chatting a bit with the guards. She is still smiling a lot. After a while, Nerkori waves them goodbye and slowly walks towards the gates of this section, offering her trinkets to everyone she meets who looks even remotely well-off. She spends about ten minutes chatting with a street musician on one corner. Their conversation isn't hard to eavesdrop on, but it's literally about nothing important. The weather, the quality of the man's guitar, he asks her how her mother is. Rather well, considering. She dances a bit to a tune he plays, then they part, laughing. She walks on. The gates she takes lead towards Greyfriars. She flirts with the gate guards as she passes, but doesn't linger*
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Post by Windsong on Apr 21, 2004 11:09:51 GMT -5
Standing in the shadows of a building Windsong watches her tirade. “This is getting tiring.” He mutters under his breath. He tilts his head to one side as she enters the Greyfriars. “Maybe we are getting somewhere.”<br> He hurries after her hoping not to lose her in the crowds.
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