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Post by taur on Sept 15, 2005 2:23:06 GMT -5
Taur stops and turns to face the man, his hands far from his own weapon. He held no fear in his eyes.
"Place not here. Life not slave."
He turns and continues walking, keeping a sharp ear out to listen in and see if Artanis was going to try to sneak up on him.
Really, though, if Artanis had a problem, he would put Taur in a suicide fight. Taur really wasn't that concerned.
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Post by Elanorîn on Sept 15, 2005 5:41:23 GMT -5
Taur can hear Artanis' growl behind him but he doesn't seem to be following.
Jared grins and leads the way back out of the stables, out on to the streets.
Though it is dark by now it is easy enough to see your way in the city. The streets are lit by tall black cast iron lanterns. incased in glass is a small hovering flame in each.
The city is becoming even more alive than before as if in response to the growing darkness. There are plenty of smithy's and armouries, stables, ferriers etc along the street that runs around The Alectis. Though it is late most of them seem open and busy still with some people heading in and out. On the wide street there are a few carts of hay and straw heading towards the stables they just left. One laden with random hitchhikers in the hay.
Jared walks on with relaxed but steady strides, seemingly knowing exactly where he is going.
"You can do without him breathing down your neck for a bit."
He points somewhere in the random distance up ahead.
"And I happen to know just the place." He laughs.
[Taur to Party p.1 ;D]
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