Hearing no ring from the bell or the pearl, he paid the innkeeper his fee for the room before heading out toward the Ruby Road Exchange. He looked out toward the benches with their bushes of shrubbery, and the occasional two or three that would sit around, chatting endlessly about trivial things. He considered joining them, though he imagined that his time would be brief, and not enough to be recognizable within the throngs of people that dwell here.
His eye grew curious at the steel object along the brick and mortar. What is that anyway? Some sort of shrine? It was a good place to stand, right by the planter boxes and enough support for his waist to rest on. As he did this, his eye caught the figure of that familiar form a few fortnights ago. That Lalafell he insulted, only to keep appearance of being someone else while they questioned that criminal.Â
It was a few fortnights ago, right? Or was it sooner? He should begin writing in his journal so he can keep track of the suns and moons better, he thought.
Besides the eye-patch, he doubted he could be recognized. He did make up a personality on the fly, after all. Though his logic pattern followed the same as his merc persona, and he would certainly be recognized by voice.  He wasn't exactly an espionage type.
It was just a one time thing anyway. Even if he did recognize me through the full suit of chain, I'll act the way I should as my lady's retainer and see what will come of it.
He turned his eye toward the steel object once more, inspecting every ilm of steel as he let his mind wander off.
His eye grew curious at the steel object along the brick and mortar. What is that anyway? Some sort of shrine? It was a good place to stand, right by the planter boxes and enough support for his waist to rest on. As he did this, his eye caught the figure of that familiar form a few fortnights ago. That Lalafell he insulted, only to keep appearance of being someone else while they questioned that criminal.Â
It was a few fortnights ago, right? Or was it sooner? He should begin writing in his journal so he can keep track of the suns and moons better, he thought.
Besides the eye-patch, he doubted he could be recognized. He did make up a personality on the fly, after all. Though his logic pattern followed the same as his merc persona, and he would certainly be recognized by voice.  He wasn't exactly an espionage type.
It was just a one time thing anyway. Even if he did recognize me through the full suit of chain, I'll act the way I should as my lady's retainer and see what will come of it.
He turned his eye toward the steel object once more, inspecting every ilm of steel as he let his mind wander off.
