The Coliseum was a bust. Either no one saw anything of out of the ordinary or were to shy or nervous to say much. Or perhaps his being able to describe whoever he was following was a bit lacking since he was not able to get a good look other than assuming it was a female. Regardless of the reasons, the Hyur was back to square one. Snapping out of his slight aimless wander he was in a moment ago, he has to figure out something quick before anymore time was lost. His eyes close in silent contemplation to devise the next step.
       It did not take long before the cognitive process gives him two options. Up to Husting's Strip or the Gold Court. Fifty-fifty chance. Either he stays just barely on the right path, albeit still not knowing who to look for either, or lose them completely. There was no time to think anymore about the probabilities or factor in anything, though what little there was to factor in. So he went with his gut feeling--and dashes to the Gold Court.
       The Gold Court was a bust, much like the Coliseum. He turns sharply on his heels as to quickly take a scan of the area. His breath was slow and heavy, a concentrated look tightening over the muscles in his face. His eyes were observant, alert, a man searching for something quite evident in movement, stance, and posture. His head on a swivel as he begins to quickly process and contemplate.
       'Five paths, minus the one, that leaves four. It would make little sense to go down the lower path unless they were going to the Goldsmiths' or Miners' Guild. No, that still makes no sense, if they wanted to go to either of those places, why would they go through the Gold Court? Would take too much time. They would have went through the path with Eshtaime's Aesthetics, be a bit faster despite the slight twist and turn. Alright, two paths down, leaves three. Thal's balls.'
       The man stands in the Gold Court by the seating area with the water falling. Eyes sweep between each path that he can take. There were few at the Gold Court at the time of his entrance, though none that seems to worth asking questions in his search.
       It did not take long before the cognitive process gives him two options. Up to Husting's Strip or the Gold Court. Fifty-fifty chance. Either he stays just barely on the right path, albeit still not knowing who to look for either, or lose them completely. There was no time to think anymore about the probabilities or factor in anything, though what little there was to factor in. So he went with his gut feeling--and dashes to the Gold Court.
       The Gold Court was a bust, much like the Coliseum. He turns sharply on his heels as to quickly take a scan of the area. His breath was slow and heavy, a concentrated look tightening over the muscles in his face. His eyes were observant, alert, a man searching for something quite evident in movement, stance, and posture. His head on a swivel as he begins to quickly process and contemplate.
       'Five paths, minus the one, that leaves four. It would make little sense to go down the lower path unless they were going to the Goldsmiths' or Miners' Guild. No, that still makes no sense, if they wanted to go to either of those places, why would they go through the Gold Court? Would take too much time. They would have went through the path with Eshtaime's Aesthetics, be a bit faster despite the slight twist and turn. Alright, two paths down, leaves three. Thal's balls.'
       The man stands in the Gold Court by the seating area with the water falling. Eyes sweep between each path that he can take. There were few at the Gold Court at the time of his entrance, though none that seems to worth asking questions in his search.
