Kiht and Byron had made it to Fallgourd Float. However, the small establishment was easy to search, and it was quickly made obvious that Lucinne wasn't there. Fortunately, asking the tavern-keep at the Bobbing Cork yielded useful information.
“Lucinne, you ask? Well, someone else was asking about her earlier too. An Elezen man.â€
“Where is she now?!†Kiht asked in a urgent tone, as she realized the Elezen asking about her may have been an assassin.
“Well, she lives in Hyrstmill for now. That's where she takes care of new refugees and such.†The Tavern-keep said in a confused tone. He clearly did not understand why the situation was so urgent.
“My gratitude!†Kiht said as she quickly hurried away with Byron.
The situation was bad. Either a new refugee from Ishgard was asking where to find her, or an assassin was. Either way, it could lead to her being in great danger. Kiht would bolt out through the gate and into the forest. She hoped Byron was right with her and keeping pace. As much as she realized that running the whole way from Fallgourd to Hyrstmill would quickly wear them out, it would not matter how much energy they had if they did not make it to Lucinne in time. They had to hurry.
It wasn't long until they started to enter Banemite territory. The huge vilekin were very aggressive, but easy for a wary traveler to spot. However, Kiht and Byron were not being as wary as they could be. They would be running, and not making an effort to stay hidden for obvious reasons. Kiht just had to hope that they didn't stumble across any Banemites. If they did, they would have to possibly detour, and could not afford that delay.
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“You little fool! Be careful! Do you have any idea where we are?†The Sun-seeker Miqo'te woman said to the Lalafell in front of her, as she sat on a boulder in the midst of North Shroud. She was dark-skinned with blueish hair. A small scar was easily noticeable on her nose. She wore light leathers, and a militia harness. She had a short-bow, quiver of arrows and various daggers and knives sheathed on different parts of her garb. She stared at her Lalafell companion with furrowed brows.
“We are in a place of trees and rain. I fear none of that! Do not talk to me like I'm a child!†The Dunefolk snapped back to the Seeker woman. He was gruff-looking for a Lalafell. He had a thick goatee, and a misshapen nose that looked as if someone had hit it with a hammer countless times throughout his life. He wore a weathered black robe, and had a silvery metallic scepter holstered on his belt.
The Seeker let out a low growl. “This wilderness is dangerous, if you do not respect it, you will be consumed by it.†She retorted in a grim tone.
“Bah!†He responded with a dismissive wave of his hand as he surveyed their surroundings. “Just keep your Seeker eyes peeled for the Hyur in the cloak, and the Moon-keeper leader.â€
“Tssssk!†She responded in a hiss-like manner. She stood from her seat on the boulder, and slowly walked ahead of the Lalafell while looking off into the distance. Her walk was smooth and fluid. Her hips swayed easily as she moved. She was a very concise woman; every move she made was practiced and controlled. “I overheard them saying they were going to Fallgourd. Our best chance to intercept them is to wait until them come back out into the forest.†She said in a calm, confident tone. Then she looked to the Lalafell with a wicked smirk. “The Keeper is mine.â€
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Kiht and Byron would arrive at a part of the road that was not far from a small bridge. On both sides of the road were numerous trees and brush that lined low, hill-like inclines. The Sun was just beginning to set, but it was still easily bright enough for non-Keepers to see just fine.
For some reason, Kiht came to a sudden stop. She breathed heavily, but was not yet exhausted. She began sniffing the air and looking around. Some kind of glint reflected sunlight on her sensitive eyes, so she was now investigating.
“Hold†She said to Byron in a quiet tone.
Her eyes narrowed in on some kind of silvery sheen near a bush. If Byron followed her gaze, he might see it as well. “Byron! Take Cover!†She suddenly shouted, and jumped back. However, she was partially too late. The robed Lalafell stepped out from his hiding spot and casts a bolt of lightning at Kiht. Her reflexes allowed her to jump back before he managed the cast, but the bolt still struck her in the left leg. Her leg-guards were mostly leather, but the few metal parts allowed some conduction. Kiht's leg locked up then she fell onto her back.
The Seeker scowled at her Lalafell companion. She said nothing, but her expression made it clear what he had done wrong. Besides the fact that he didn't hide his scepter very well, he attacked first which was supposed to be her job. Her bow can fire faster than he can channel and cast a spell. Also, she claimed the Keeper as -her- target.
The Lalafell shot a glance over to her. “What? She saw me so I had to act!†He then looked over to Byron and Kiht. “Quick, she is down anyroad! Attack them!†He shouted as he prepared to cast another spell.
The Seeker continued to scowl, but prepared an arrow. This was turning sloppy because of the Lalafell. She did not like sloppy fights. Quick, clean and efficient kills; like a huntress taking down prey. That is how she performed. The Lalafell obviously had a different style. And her reaction time? What a mess, she thought. She was so upset at him that her anger was making it harder to focus. His actions would slow her down by an extra second! Unbelievable! She would then prepare to fire her arrow with the intention of aiming it right at Kiht.
Byron had little time to make his move, but more than otherwise because of the sloppy execution of their ambush.
“Lucinne, you ask? Well, someone else was asking about her earlier too. An Elezen man.â€
“Where is she now?!†Kiht asked in a urgent tone, as she realized the Elezen asking about her may have been an assassin.
“Well, she lives in Hyrstmill for now. That's where she takes care of new refugees and such.†The Tavern-keep said in a confused tone. He clearly did not understand why the situation was so urgent.
“My gratitude!†Kiht said as she quickly hurried away with Byron.
The situation was bad. Either a new refugee from Ishgard was asking where to find her, or an assassin was. Either way, it could lead to her being in great danger. Kiht would bolt out through the gate and into the forest. She hoped Byron was right with her and keeping pace. As much as she realized that running the whole way from Fallgourd to Hyrstmill would quickly wear them out, it would not matter how much energy they had if they did not make it to Lucinne in time. They had to hurry.
It wasn't long until they started to enter Banemite territory. The huge vilekin were very aggressive, but easy for a wary traveler to spot. However, Kiht and Byron were not being as wary as they could be. They would be running, and not making an effort to stay hidden for obvious reasons. Kiht just had to hope that they didn't stumble across any Banemites. If they did, they would have to possibly detour, and could not afford that delay.
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“You little fool! Be careful! Do you have any idea where we are?†The Sun-seeker Miqo'te woman said to the Lalafell in front of her, as she sat on a boulder in the midst of North Shroud. She was dark-skinned with blueish hair. A small scar was easily noticeable on her nose. She wore light leathers, and a militia harness. She had a short-bow, quiver of arrows and various daggers and knives sheathed on different parts of her garb. She stared at her Lalafell companion with furrowed brows.
“We are in a place of trees and rain. I fear none of that! Do not talk to me like I'm a child!†The Dunefolk snapped back to the Seeker woman. He was gruff-looking for a Lalafell. He had a thick goatee, and a misshapen nose that looked as if someone had hit it with a hammer countless times throughout his life. He wore a weathered black robe, and had a silvery metallic scepter holstered on his belt.
The Seeker let out a low growl. “This wilderness is dangerous, if you do not respect it, you will be consumed by it.†She retorted in a grim tone.
“Bah!†He responded with a dismissive wave of his hand as he surveyed their surroundings. “Just keep your Seeker eyes peeled for the Hyur in the cloak, and the Moon-keeper leader.â€
“Tssssk!†She responded in a hiss-like manner. She stood from her seat on the boulder, and slowly walked ahead of the Lalafell while looking off into the distance. Her walk was smooth and fluid. Her hips swayed easily as she moved. She was a very concise woman; every move she made was practiced and controlled. “I overheard them saying they were going to Fallgourd. Our best chance to intercept them is to wait until them come back out into the forest.†She said in a calm, confident tone. Then she looked to the Lalafell with a wicked smirk. “The Keeper is mine.â€
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Kiht and Byron would arrive at a part of the road that was not far from a small bridge. On both sides of the road were numerous trees and brush that lined low, hill-like inclines. The Sun was just beginning to set, but it was still easily bright enough for non-Keepers to see just fine.
For some reason, Kiht came to a sudden stop. She breathed heavily, but was not yet exhausted. She began sniffing the air and looking around. Some kind of glint reflected sunlight on her sensitive eyes, so she was now investigating.
“Hold†She said to Byron in a quiet tone.
Her eyes narrowed in on some kind of silvery sheen near a bush. If Byron followed her gaze, he might see it as well. “Byron! Take Cover!†She suddenly shouted, and jumped back. However, she was partially too late. The robed Lalafell stepped out from his hiding spot and casts a bolt of lightning at Kiht. Her reflexes allowed her to jump back before he managed the cast, but the bolt still struck her in the left leg. Her leg-guards were mostly leather, but the few metal parts allowed some conduction. Kiht's leg locked up then she fell onto her back.
The Seeker scowled at her Lalafell companion. She said nothing, but her expression made it clear what he had done wrong. Besides the fact that he didn't hide his scepter very well, he attacked first which was supposed to be her job. Her bow can fire faster than he can channel and cast a spell. Also, she claimed the Keeper as -her- target.
The Lalafell shot a glance over to her. “What? She saw me so I had to act!†He then looked over to Byron and Kiht. “Quick, she is down anyroad! Attack them!†He shouted as he prepared to cast another spell.
The Seeker continued to scowl, but prepared an arrow. This was turning sloppy because of the Lalafell. She did not like sloppy fights. Quick, clean and efficient kills; like a huntress taking down prey. That is how she performed. The Lalafell obviously had a different style. And her reaction time? What a mess, she thought. She was so upset at him that her anger was making it harder to focus. His actions would slow her down by an extra second! Unbelievable! She would then prepare to fire her arrow with the intention of aiming it right at Kiht.
Byron had little time to make his move, but more than otherwise because of the sloppy execution of their ambush.
