Post by Alenea Hanali on Aug 20, 2020 18:13:22 GMT
15 Eleasis, 1497
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Alenea pulls her hood further down as she walks past another poster of herself staring out into the street. She scowls at it and turns back to watch Zogot striding down the street ahead of her. She stretches upwards to get a better look at him. As she peers over the crowd he turns, their eyes locking momentarily.
A look of recognition passes across his face and he turns back, shifting the jugs of wine slung over his shoulders and quickening his pace before turning around a corner.
She darts through the crowd, dipping below arms and pushing aside a vendor hawking his wares who gets in her way. "Move!" she mutters under her breath as a beggar tries to stop her in her tracks.
Stepping out into the intersection she looks around, the minotaur nowhere to be seen. She stomps her foot in anger and heads in the direction Zogot went. Alleys litter the sides of the street, a clump of urchins run out of the first she passes, their arms outstretched like birds as they chase each other. She hops back, hand going down to her coin-pouch. The next few alleys she turns are empty. She sighs and stops, ready to give up when the thunk of clay on cobbles comes from the next alley.
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Alenea pulls her hood further down as she walks past another poster of herself staring out into the street. She scowls at it and turns back to watch Zogot striding down the street ahead of her. She stretches upwards to get a better look at him. As she peers over the crowd he turns, their eyes locking momentarily.
A look of recognition passes across his face and he turns back, shifting the jugs of wine slung over his shoulders and quickening his pace before turning around a corner.
She darts through the crowd, dipping below arms and pushing aside a vendor hawking his wares who gets in her way. "Move!" she mutters under her breath as a beggar tries to stop her in her tracks.
Stepping out into the intersection she looks around, the minotaur nowhere to be seen. She stomps her foot in anger and heads in the direction Zogot went. Alleys litter the sides of the street, a clump of urchins run out of the first she passes, their arms outstretched like birds as they chase each other. She hops back, hand going down to her coin-pouch. The next few alleys she turns are empty. She sighs and stops, ready to give up when the thunk of clay on cobbles comes from the next alley.
She hurries over and crouches down, leaning forward to carefully peer around the corner. In the alley Zogot stands beside the two jugs, a large bag of gold clutched in his hand. Beside him a well dressed man stands, his hand resting on top of a jug with the harp of Milil stamped on the side. "Thank you Zogot, the Countess appreciates your flexibility on this matter. She is most pleased with this vintage."
Alenea smiles slightly and turns away from the alley. The smile disappears as she looks out at another wanted poster of herself nailed up on a post.
