Eye don't see you (Open)

[Darren Shame]

Arvila. It's a loud, noisey place. Plenty of people around, plenty of merchants, people singing and playing inturments for tips. Darren walked through the crowded streets in full dress, the coat, undershirt, eyepatch, and all of his weapons all showing clearly.

A smile stood warmly on his face. He glanced around, looking for anything that interested him. He reached into his coat and drew a few coins, he bought an apple and began to eat it crisply. He continued to walk through the streets. He walked past a small stand that was selling small articles of clothing. A few headbands and eyepatches caught his eye.

He turned and looked at them with his good eye. One eyepatch that was red with gold lace forming small swirling motions over the patch caught him inparticular. He was about to ask the merchant how much it was, when something appeared in the corner of the eye.

Three men, all of them rather large, two with brown hair, and one with black. The biggest one had a scar that ran down his chin, and the side of his neck, and down even further. All three had swords at their side. They shoved past Darren and spoke.

"Merchant David Wrathling, you are under arrest for the crime of concealing and selling artifacts of the magical sort. Please come with me."

The Merchant looked at them for a moment then spoke, he was a large, fat man, with a great grey beard, and grey hair.

"That's not neccisary! I assure you all of my wares are of normal stature."

Darren still had the eyepatch in his hand. He looked at the scene infront of him with little interest. Suddenly one of the men turned to him, the one with black hair, he pointed at him.

"You sir, that eyepatch is property of the Arvila government! Put it down, it is hexed."

Darren glanced down at the eyepatch and rose an eyebrow at the man. He then handed over the eyepatch and the man snatched it from him. suddenly he looked down at his hand, he dropped the eyepatch and his hand's veins showed through his skin, glowing brightly. He screamed in pain. The first one who spoke pointed at Darren.

"He is in league with the merchant. He's hexed our friend! Kill him now!"

Darren sighed as the two pulled out their swords, he shook his hands infront of him.

"I honestly didn't hex him! He hexed himself!"

They weren't listening obviously, one of them stabbed at him, the larger of the two. Darren jumped high, narrowly dodging the blade, his foot smacked into the blade, knocking it out of the man's hand. He moved his hand quickly to the left, the blade flew away, slamming into a stand wall.

The black haired one continued to scream as the veins travled up his arm, the only one left with a weapon went at him, swinging and stabbing, Darren dodged the blade quickly, trying to avoid actualy fighting. The blade stabbed above his head, he ducked down, and the blade came with him, cutting the side of his face, drawing blood and making the eyepatch fall from his face. He kept his right eye closed and he swung his foot around, knocking the man off of his feet. He turned to run but the second one had gotten his sword back, and now he was caught between a wall and a man with a sword, all the while trying to not to kill them.

[Ren Harcourt]

The day was very lovely. Catherine walked down the main merchant streets with a chipper smile in her face, the aura around her cheerful. Today was her day off from guard duty and that meant it was Temeraire's day off. He would usually be in the stables, but she requested permission to let him have his own full day off out in the open. Temeraire was very pleased at hearing the news and showered her with love before she guided him to the nearby plains just outside of the city, although not before doubling back and leaving his rider back at the city.

Golden eyes viewed her surroundings slowly, stopping by interesting merchandise or stopping to talk with a friend along the way. Catherine went out in a casual, sleeveless dress, wrapped around her waist and with a length up to her knees. Her golden brown hair was loose over her shoulders, reaching to her lower back and flowing in slightly wavy strands. She carried only a bag between her arms. The streets where alive with buzzing and chatty people. As she passed by a particular alley that lead into another street, a more empty one of merchants, Catherine stopped with a perplexed expression when all the racket reached her ears. It was outstanding no one had noticed the noisy fight in the corridor, but then the people around her did not stop to look like Catherine did. In fact they seemed to walk farther away or more more quickly as they passed.

But to Catherine this was nothing compared to her training. She walked in to investigate with the out most confidence, although none of it showed in her features. She looked a tad lost even. One of her brows arched at the sight. It was three large men, from the royal guard by the looks of it, a red haired younger man and a merchant behind his counter. She had observed since the first man to approach began to scream in agony wile gripping his hand fiercely, her eyes widened a bit startled by the way his hand reacted to the invisible magic, if that's what it was.

Then the other two stepped in and all three of the, save the merchant, began their own fight. Catherine was outraged by the guardsmen, so crazily attacking a citizen. Her brows furrowed and she stomped toward them, confident of her superior authority over the buffoons. She placed her feet down and yelled out.
" That is enough! What are you three doing!? You should be ashamed for your lack of judgment!" She scowled, loudly.

The man with the sword just about to strike the red head stopped frozen and looked at her surprised. She continued "I command you all to leave at once and leave this people be! Look at the mess you've created. You'll be lucky if I don't report you all."

The grieving one in the floor had stopped his mindless screams to give a mournful look at her and so did the others. The man still wielding the weapon flushed and looked even angrier than Catherin, slowly walking toward her. " And who do you think you are little miss? You think you can boss us around? How dare you. We are of her royal Highness's guards. This merchant is being apprehended for his crimes and this man-" he pointed to the red haired guy with his maddened eyes. " is his accomplice. This is no place for civilians, no go!"

Catherine blinked her eyes confused. Did they not recognize her? She was far superior in ranks than them and they talked to her like nothing. She had not realized they did not recognize her because of her simple clothing. " How dare you talk to me like that. You will stand down and you will be reported of this." She marched right toward them. The weaponless man had sneaked in behind her and grabbed her free wrist, holding it up in the air as she looked back and began struggling. "What are you doing?" Her weapon was peacefully resting home. She thought of the only other way she could bring them some sense. Her clutched hand began to glow brightly and heat up as she incanted in her mind the right words. Soon, the guard cursed something in his frustration as he back away, holding his own hand. Catherine was forced to drop her bag of merchandise as the other guard grabbed both her hands in the air next.

She growled lightly and whispered another spell through her lips, lifting the giant human and clearing him over the street wall, smashing into a cart that echoed far away from where they stood. She had no wishes to harm them, mostly because it would go against her duty to do so. She spun around and face the man who's hand she had burned. " Now leave quietly, please! " She waited for no response as she turned once more and faced the man that had been pinned to the wall, noticing one of his eyes shut. "Are you ok? Did they hurt you? Please forgive them. " Her eyes softened with concern for the citizen before they shifted one the merchant too.

[Darren Shame]

A girl came in from nowhere, she stopped all three of the men in their tracks. They left and Darren gave the girl a broad smile as he stood. She couldn't see the smile because she was busy with those three guards, but he didn't mind, he looked down with his good eye and found his eyepatch, cut in half. He frowned, then looked down and saw the red eyepatch. He stood over it and stared at it. It was a bit of an odd thing. When the girl had finished with the three she turned to him and spoke. He smiled at her, replying.

"I'm not hurt, just my pride."

He said, with a chuckle. He picked up the shred of cloth of his eyepatch. He kept his right eye closed still, it wasn't a pretty sight underneath. He turned to the man.

"Oi, merchant. I lost my eyepatch, mind if I take that one?"

He said, pointing at the black and red one that had caught his eye earlier, and apparently had a hex on it. The merchant laughed in reply.

"Are you stupid, kid? You saw what it did to that guard. They spoke truthfully, some of my wares are hexed, but I did not mean for that one to be put on display. If you touch it your veins will begin to show, it travels up your arm and to your brain, this kills you."

Darren nodded at the merchant then reached down and picked it up, strapping it around his eye.

"It can't hurt me. Put it on those guy's bills."

He then turned to the girl, he walked over to her and gave her another smile.

"My name is Darren Shame, it's good to meet you. I'm glad you came when you did, I'm not in the killing mood. I am in debt to you."

He said, speaking the standard 'debt payment' statement that was almost a religon to him and his 'siblings' back at Farm. He gave her a quick bow. He said what he meant, he would be in debt strongly, until he helped her three times, one for each of his attackers, then he was free. In those favors, he would readily die, be maimed, or kill in any of those three favors.

The merchant was staring at him a bit oddly, putting away his wares. He was wary of the woman, he was selling magical artifacts that where probobly being illiegaly sold, he was probobly feeling rather itchy right now.

[Ren Harcourt]

Her golden eyes blinked again wile she raised a brow at the man's answer. Catherine had placed her hands to her waist as she then looked at the merchant and back at him wile they both spoke. It seems there had been a transaction going on. She watched carefully, being dumbfounded at the same time with curiosity.

Wait...so the items where hexed after all? Then she just stopped official business here. Catherine bit her lower lip at the realization she had done something stupid right now, although, the way they went about it did not seem very authorial. They seemed like delinquents even. If they would have showed her some evidence before, she would have never intervened in this situation. She was about to speak to the merchant when the red hair placed himself in between and smiled at her, greeting wile he was at it. "Uhh...My name is Catherine. You're...welcome? " She blinked at him yet again, frowning in her confusion. " Please, you do not owe me anything. It is my duty to keep the peace. Don't burden yourself. " But she wasted no time, turning away from the man and walking to the counter.

She placed her palms on it and spoke firmly. "You on the other hand owe a lot. If those artifacts are indeed illegal as I think, you will have to pay for the crime somehow." But knowing what she just did, she couldn't capture him now and give him to authorities. The guards she scowled would surely give her away and tell some incredible lie about her taking in the glory or something. The merchant had been caught unaware when she spoke to him so directly. He was left gaping at her.
"What? You have no authority here girl! You better not report this either if you know what's good for you." he threatened, a bit unconfident in his own words.
Catherine could still not understand how these people kept treating her like a village girl! One of her brows twitched at the man as her anger grew. "Look, mister, just hand over all the merchandise you have that is hexed, illegal, or whatever, and we'll call it even." Her eyes meant business.
Now it was the merchant who blinked at her. "And why should I?"Catherine growled lightly once more and whirled her face toward the red he-...Darren. "Does this mean you're really his accomplice? If you're not then you should do what is right and help me out here." She said pointing accusingly at him until she noticed her bag still loose all over the floor. "Oh no...my stuff..." Catherine walked and went down on her knees with a sigh. "This was such a nice day too..." She said, knowing she had to deal with these two somehow.

[Darren Shame]

Darren had been in debt before, both of those times he fulfilled his debt rather quickly. Of course those two had only helped him from one person, that meant he only owed them one favor. As she spoke he gave her a nod in reply.

"It's good to meet you Catherine."

Some of his 'siblings' refereed to people they owed debts to as 'master' or 'mistress' but Darren still had a good amount of pride, he would refer to her as Catherine. When she spoke to the merchant, the merchant replied rather hastily, he was still packing most of his things, though he'd put almost all of them away with tremendous speed. When the girl replied to him, and now gave Darren the first of his three orders, he turned to carry it out, but the merchant was gone. Darren looked up the road to see him running with speed that shouldn't be possible for someone his size. He was wearing purple shoes that seemed to be moving slowly, though he was moving very quickly, probably another enchanted set of clothes. Darren couldn't use magic, the curse that ran through him didn't let him, but he could be harmed by it, if that Merchant had more weapon-like devices, Darren would be in a bit of a jam. The merchant must have wised up and left while he wasn't in custody.

"Merchant is gone."

He said, then looked down to the woman, she had spilled her bag. He smiled and knelt down, helping her with her things.

"Unfortunately I must complete three tasks for you, one for each of those men, I am charged to by my culture. I'm not that man's accomplice, but judging by the speeds he can run at, I'm not his hunter either."

He said, holding out a few of her possessions to her, standing up straight now. Darren might come off as annoying, or stalkerish, but it would have to be that way until he completed three tasks. This helping her with her things did not count, this was common courteous.

"Besides, it is not I who owes you, it is those three. I said I was not in the killing mood, I didn't say I couldn't kill."

He said, nodding his head back wards toward Warbite on his back, and patting Fang, which was still tied to his thigh, with his hand. Darren had continued smiling this entire time, until Catherine gave him three tasks, she'd be seeing that smile quite a bit. He looked at her with his good eye, waiting for her to do something or respond.

His people where very precise when it came to their debts, while they did hold the debts, they only counted them, or did them if they didn't like the deed, if it was a direct order spoken by the person who they are in debt to, to them. Otherwise the spoken command dosn't effect them. To say to a group, Darren being in the group,: 'Clean up this mess' would mean that Darren would stand there while others worked. If you said 'Clean up this mess' to the group, then said specificaly to Darren 'Clean up this mess' he would get to work.

[Ren Harcourt]

Catherine had been sadly picking up some of the scattered posetions when Darren spoke and informed her of the merchant. She gave a startled "What?"and spun her head around just to narrow her eyes on the small form of a round man running at light speed at the distance. Catherine was left dumbstruck in her place. What would she do now? If the guardsmen came back...Well...hopeully they won't hold it agaisn't her. They where doing their job very unorganized and it was shameful even, to have attacked a citizen. She had some dirt on them too so they wouldn't atempt anything, she realized.

Daren having gone on his knees to help her pick up her stuff had broken the temporary trance she was in to look at him a bit surprised. She couldn't understand what he was telling her, causing Catherine to ark a brow at his speech. She smiled briefly as he handed over the last of her stuff, herself putting it all in a bag quickly. "Thank you..."she said, holding back a bit because of his wierd explanation, but with a genuine smile none the less.

As they both got up, Catherine holding her back agaisn't her chest, she eyed him suspiciously. "So...you where going to kill them? They where of the royal guard. Do you know what trouble that would have been? Do you know what trouble you are in now?" His constant smiling was becoming a bit infectious too, managing to bring another smile from her lips too.

Then, as she realized yet another thing, Catherine slapped her forhead with the palm of her hand. "Now I know why you are all treating me like this! I can't believe I didn't notice it before. " Her brows furrowed as she made eye contact with the red head. "Look, nor you or anyone else ows me anything, ok? It was all a misunderstanding because I am not in my uniform. And I would aprehend you myself for confesing what you where about to do, but since nothing happened I can't do anything myself." Her eyes dropped a bit sadly with a sigh and a grin to replace it quickly. " I'll just be going now ok? Please tace care of yourself. "
She said, suddenly all cheerful again as she walked through the alley she had come and outside to the main streets again, wavering at him from the distance with a cute smile in her face.

[Darren Shame]

She was now standing, all of her possessions in her bag. She spoke her thanks and he nodded his head at her. When she spoke again he continued to smile, he gave her a bright look with his one eye and then replied.

"Nope. What trouble am I in? Oh, and if you're going to arrest me for thinking of killing those three you might as well also arrest me for possesing an Illigeal hexed artifact."

He said, tapping the eyepatch he now wore. He continued smiling. It didn't matter if she chose to arrest him or not. If they did he would break out of Jail and follow her, then complete his three tasks, then be on his way. It didn't matter to him.

She spoke again and began to leave, he shook his head at her, walking after her as he spoke.

"Too bad, so sad. You're the one who helped me, therefore I owe you."

He jogged a few steps then stood next to her, continuing his thought.

"Look, I'm not fond of following you around doing tasks for you, but it's either that, or I kill myself. That's innocent blood that will be on your hands. Do you realy want that?"

He asked, he didn't like having to let that bit of information slip, but he doubted that it mattered. Of course he would kill himself if she told him to, that was part of the rules, but if she left him in a way so that he couldn't catch up to her, or she died, he had to kill himself. He continued his smile as he stood next to her.

[Ren Harcourt]

Catherine was getting really anoyed by this now. Since when does doing a good act give her this in return? Could he not simply be satisfied with her earlier help and be on his way? She certainly wanted to be on hers. She rolled her eyes away when he jogged to her side and continue his silly demands. The next thing he said was even more absurd. Catherine spun her head toward him with an utterly unbelieving expresion.
"Oh please, you say you don't want to follow me, but you'll kill yourself id you do? You don't have to kill yourself and I won't hold it agaisn't you ok? So please stop following me. It is not my concern what you do with yourself. Good day. " She rolled her eyes skyward once more before speeding her steps and moving ahead of the guy, golden brown hair flowing up in the breeze. At this rate she'll have to return to Temeraire a bit sooner than she had planned. But he must still be enjoying the open plains outside, so he'll be the last resort.

In the meanwhile, as Catherine tried to loose the red head in her fast walking, she couldn't help stop by a bar called "The Jovial Juggler" She knew the bar was famous, but not sure for what, but regardless she headed in, a bit aimlessly, in the atempt of loosing the guy. Catherine zigzaged across the room filled with tables and many shady characters untill she reached the counter and set her bag on the floor beside her seat. She sighed on the table and began to think on how much time she'd have to wait before going out again. She ordered something to drink the eman while.

[Darren Shame]

He rolled his eyes as the girl spoke, smiling to himself. He'd heard this a few times in the past. He was used to being called 'creeper', 'freak', and 'stalker'. But he was going to have to do three things, then he could be on my way. She suddenly took off, and he rolled his eyes. He began to walk foward, muttering under his breath:

"Tough luck."

He didn't bother running, he kept his eyes closed as he walked foward. His eye didn't work, so he used his ears, just in case the day came that he lost the other eye. Of course he wasn't very sharp with his hearing, he still had his eye didn't he? He listened, her foot steps where rather light, she didn't have a very heavy frame. He continued to walk, following the footsteps.

He soon lost the footsteps in a barrage of noise, he opened his eyes. He was infront of a bar of some kind. He couldn't home on her footsteps that well, it was too noisey, to many people moving and laughing and talking. Darren walked in, but decided it best not to disturb the girl, she had probobly already had enough probloms with him. She ought to concider herself lucky. If he was still under supervision he'd be forced to stand right next to her or it would be his head.

Though she should watch her self, while he had to fullfill three tasks from her, wether she liked it or not, if she ran her mouth at him too much, or if she gave him too bad an order, after the three orders nothing stopped him from attacking her. Though that wasn't how he was, unless she told him to do something realy bad.

[grethgel]

"Left Right Left then take another left then go straight till you see a passed out drunk then take a right and she's there. Don't worry, she obviously is not a regular so she will end up in the same place all the newbies do."
Picking himself up off the floor of the bar Greth could not help but be terse.

"First you try to buy. Then you don't...then you dodge a fight. You get saved then you steal and then you top it off by stalking her because of your culture...Absolutely amazing."
Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, Greth stretched in the musky bar air.

"If I hadn't spent a year with your people I would think that you were one of those kind of guys."
Saying this, Greth sat on a barrel and pointed at another man leering at a various female attendant

"But I don't because you are not. When you go farther in ask for a goblin by the name of Toom. He has a fetish for human women so you will probably find him in the northeast section. Tell him that I am waiting for him at the regular spot and don't mention my name unless you want a fight from the tavern owner."
Yawning again, Greth jumped up and quickly disappeared within the crowd of people.

[Ren Harcourt]

Catherine probably looked pretty out of place inside the tavern. A pretty young girl with golden brown hair falling down her back, slouching over the bar table and sighing in her casual clothers, but nice clothes none the less. She was finally given her drink, but she had asked for the lightest they had and instead they gave her a strong Vodka. "Hey, wait- I didn't ask fo-" She was cut short very rudely as the atendant fled elswere to attend other customers. He looked busy and in a rush so Catherine did not bother with him any longer and simply stared at her glass cup. "Why did my day off ave to turn out like this..." She wispered to herself.

Someone who was sitting next to her had noticed her gloomy face and aproached charmingly. "Why so down eh? Little lonely?"

Catherine did not even bother to look at whom she was answering. "No...nothing like that. Just trying to keep low for a short wile." She stared a bit more hard at the drink and actually took a big sip of it. It felt heavy and hard to swallow. Catherine had never drinked before because of her tight schedules and trainings and obligatin to keeping herself healthy and fit and so she was curious to know what a drink tasted like. It only brought a sour expresion on her face and coughing afterward. The person beside her began to laugh amused and she only furrowed her brows further and sighed again.

[grethgel]

Her sex coupled with her awkward demeanor only accentuated the fact that she wasn't a regular. To top this off she had ordered a light vodka at a bar that prided itself in serving nothing but alcohol that would lay a young adolescent out in 3 shots...Or 712 if you counted the day that Toom got banned from the bar for posing as a human teenager. But then again the only thing the bar counted was gold coming in.
Smirking at the thought of his goblin friend passing for a child, Greth eyed a spot in the back of the bar that was reclusive enough to wait unnoticed. Sniffing the air, he wondered why it was not filled with the stank odor of male sweat.

If it was an hour earlier when the day ruffians were still around, one would be either be running out in disgust or in the middle of a brawl. In fact, Greth had caused one the day before to see if the Jovial Juggler was still as volatile as it was during his last visit.

Weaving his way through the thick crowd of patrons, Greth glanced at the scenic hole in the roof and again spied the sun. If his plan was going to work it had to go down at the right time, with the right people and with the right amount of talk. Fortunately for him the newcomer and her stalker made the right people count jump to 24 and that made the odds for him even better. Unfortunately the right time passed about an hour ago.

Scowling, Greth kept his head down as he made his way towards the back. It had been a few months since the owner had taken his items on account of a tremendous bar tab, accumulated by Toom's escapade, but he did not hold any false pretentious that his or Tooms face would be forgotten.

"Damn it Toom"
Letting out another scowl, Greth made a mental note to lecture Toom on keeping his mouth shut in bars. If only Toom had not screamed his named when he was being hauled out. If only he would have remember the first thing Greth had told him before they both entered Arvila.

"Keep my name out your mouth unless you want to be slapped by a street tramp, apprehended by the authorities, or denied access to every bar and/or inn....And whatever you do. Do not go to the Jovial Juggler?

Glancing towards the northeast section of the bar, he just shook his head as he heard a loud feminine giggle. Toom had picked up a human prostitute earlier than expected. Even now he had not learned his lesson and that was what Greth was counting on.

"Lets hope you open your mouth soon my friend."
Arriving at the back, Greth picked up a random half finished pint of beer and occupied himself with observing the out of place female that had acquainted herself with what he called a stalker till debt.

[Darren Shame]

As Darren sat back, he soon became aware of someone appraoching him. He turned his head to look at this new comer who spoke to him. He gave him a calm look, shrugging. He spoke with a friendly tune.

"If you can recite all of that about my day, then you must be stalking me. I suppose even stalkers can have stalkers, eh?"

Then the strange fellow gave him instructions to go into the back of the bar and find his human-women obsesed friend, who was probobly drunk, neither of which sounded very liked by the tavern owner. Darren rose an eye brow. Was this guy crazy? He came in, called him a stalker, then took it back, then gave him directions to go in and talk to his friend for him? Hell no. This guy was probobly drunk too, but he couldn't realy tell. Nor did he realy want to.

"Yeah... I'd rather not. Go have fun."

He said, a little annoyed at the person, but he ignored it. He watched as the strange fellow disaperaed into the crowd. He shrugged and sat back, that was an odd incounter. But he was on his guard now, his good eye following him, he had said he lived with Darren's people for a while. That alarmed him. And if he knew this much about Darren's day, he must have been watching him. If he knew which people he belonged to, it wasn't too hard to imagine that he might be the assasin Darren had been searching for, the one who had damned him to his cursed life. He kept a close eye on this one.

[grethgel]

Finishing the stale beer, Greth grumbled in annoyance. It had been over 30 minutes and the only thing that the woman had done was sip a vodka too strong for her and ward off drunkards.

Getting antsy, Greth hoped he did not miss another deadline. An hour and 20 minutes before, he had merely sunken to bar’s floor, sighed and took a nap. The day ruffians that made the bar so volatile had already gone back to terrorizing society and with that his stage for a brawl disappeared. Though the 17 year old in him yearned for a pity fest, he knew that it would not help. So on account of that mildly depressing insight he had fallen asleep and woken up just a few minutes later to a street urchin’s tales of the city guards, a street wares dealer, a foreigner and a woman. Seeing a slim chance he had hastily scrambled off the floor and pulled the urchin to the side.

“Two gold you describe them and another 2 you change their descriptions for the crowd”
Eying the clothes of Greth the street urchin had thought he could get more out of him…and he was right

“Five I tell you and five I change it”
Smirking, Greth guided the urchin into a dark corner while swiftly picking his pocket. Making a show as if he was thinking, Greth discreetly sorted through the urchin’s coin pouch and handed over 5 dingy gold coins.

“No problem. Here is the first of your payment now begin.”

Greth had listened intently for all about 5 of the 10 minutes of the tale. The other five had either been spent sifting through his newly acquired coin pouch, which he hoped contained another five gold, and coming up with his scheme. At the end of the tale Greth had thrown on a genuine smile patted the urchin on the back and replaced the slightly lighter coin pouch from whence it came from.

“You, my urchin friend, are a genius.”
Looking at Greth with impatience, the urchin held out his hand.

“You, my employer, still need to pay me.”
Smiling big again, Greth made a show of searching for the rest of the urchin’s payment and handed them over.

“Now off with your tale”
Sitting through 3 minutes of the surprisingly entertaining tale, Greth ironed out the details of his scheme and set off with putting the cogs in motion.

Leaving the bar, Greth had headed back to the scene of the incident and watched from afar as the described woman walked quickly through the thick crowd. Realizing that she was headed towards the bar, Greth let another smile creep onto his face and returned to the bar and collapsed where he had only minutes before. Five minutes later the lady had hastily walked in and made a series of maze like turns until had she found herself near the back. 45 seconds later, her stalker walked in and that is when Greth took over.

Thinking back over this, Greth decided that he had put too much work in for one day to let it all go to the dump. Cracking his neck and stretching, Greth stood up and made his way up to the front. Maybe Toom’s big mouth wasn’t need after all.

[Ren Harcourt]

Catherine was awakened by a hard pat on her back from the guy who had been sitting next to her. She jumped a bit as she rose her head and opened her eyes lazily. The bar tender had approached her again. "Hey, it's too early for that miss. You might as well head home already."
"What...?" Her mind was still a bit foggy, but she realized she had dozed off. How could I have dozed off? Unbelievable... Catherine set her eyes down cast and got off the chair at lass, leaving a piece of coin for the drink.
" Leaving so soon? Ignore what he says." The stranger from her side insisted.
"Ach...It's about time I leave anyways. Temeraire will get anxious if I'm too late." She replied back a bit aimlessly and thoughtless.
"Who?" He asked back puzzled.
Without further answering, and an annoyed frown, Catherine slowly made her way around the tables, suddenly noticing how there where so many eyes on her as she left.
There was a sudden pull on her left arm. She spun around and arched a brow. It was a tall fellow, not at all looking like the rest of the multitude in the Jovial. They where usually beaten up in a way. Or very rough in appearance. And he had a long cloak over himself too.
"I've seen you before...You ride a dragon don't you? I mean...there aren't that many females in the Keepers" He sounded sure of himself. Catherine was surprised he's been the only one to identify her as one of the Gate Keepers so far. But he sounded too confident. She did not like it.
"I don't...And what if?" She asked back
He only smiled."You must know a good deal of information, if you are with them."