This had to be the most boring person in the world to follow. She didn't have a destination, she pissed away both time and coin for.. fruit juice, and she was oblivious to the stalker that was he. And this was his business partner. Hereally ought to reconsider, seeing as how he was only on this case because of her. Well, possibly because of her; that was what he aimed to find out. Unfortunately, his tracks were crossed and laid short when he decided to swing along side the alley she had stepped into. Having spent too much time here in this part of town, where the shady and crooked lived, his face- that which was hidden, was known by some. In fact..
“Aye Loque, that you?†A pot bellied roegedyn by the name of Alrik was wiping down some steel from a stall trying to pitch second hand weaponry. “The hell ya been? Heh heh heh, what's wit'the get up?†He stood deathly still, his tail went stiff and his eyes slid from the woman he was trailing to the idiot blowing his cover. “Got that list o' dye you wanted, not sure what good it'll do, you know they've got their fing- Aye, you listenin- Hey!†Before Zhavi could even have a chance to look around, for a name she knew in secret, he had flipped a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn and headed right back through the market. “Loque! The 'ell is his problem?†With a fat-shouldered shrug, the merchant would return to his stall, all while scratching his head.
“Shit-Shit shit shit. SHIT.†Razor sharp whispers escaped from under the straw hate while his lips pulled thin in a wicked scowl. The ruttin' idiot, IDIOT! His pace was fast, his head kept low. He'd have actually had a chance, maybe, if he didn't managed to bump shoulders with more than one person. He was easy to tail right back.
“Aye Loque, that you?†A pot bellied roegedyn by the name of Alrik was wiping down some steel from a stall trying to pitch second hand weaponry. “The hell ya been? Heh heh heh, what's wit'the get up?†He stood deathly still, his tail went stiff and his eyes slid from the woman he was trailing to the idiot blowing his cover. “Got that list o' dye you wanted, not sure what good it'll do, you know they've got their fing- Aye, you listenin- Hey!†Before Zhavi could even have a chance to look around, for a name she knew in secret, he had flipped a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn and headed right back through the market. “Loque! The 'ell is his problem?†With a fat-shouldered shrug, the merchant would return to his stall, all while scratching his head.
“Shit-Shit shit shit. SHIT.†Razor sharp whispers escaped from under the straw hate while his lips pulled thin in a wicked scowl. The ruttin' idiot, IDIOT! His pace was fast, his head kept low. He'd have actually had a chance, maybe, if he didn't managed to bump shoulders with more than one person. He was easy to tail right back.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
