What a waste, what a waste.
The Lalafell gingerly scooped up the blood from where the Mi'qote woman had laid, being careful not to break the illusion the sprinkling of Prism Powder had bestowed upon him. He filled up a vial with the precious liquid, relying mostly on touch to stopper the vessel. He groped around his own waist to locate his waist pouch, then slipped the newly filled vial safely inside. Satisfied with his scavenging, he stood up slowly to look at the impromptu interrogation happening at the entrance to the alleyway. No one has noticed him yet.
"Let's see what else can be made of this, shall we?" he mused to himself as he made his way towards the entrance. He had to do it as quietly as he could; he forgot an application of Silent Oil. He theorised that the noses of the two cats might be overpowered by the overwhelming reek from the alleyway, but he had to move as quietly as he could. He successfully evaded the flailing gestures of the guard and random tail swipes of the
cats to make it to the other side of the alleyway, away from the entrance. He stepped into the shadow of a tree, shook off his Prism Powder coating, then deftly approached the group of three standing at the entrance.
The Hyur guard was questioning the woman, "... your side of the story, shall we?"
"Might be poor listening, no?" the Lalafell announced his arrival, at the same time pressing a small package into the guard's palm. "I help, yes?"
"Sweeper." The guard scowled as he recognised the Lalafell. His tone carried with it a mixture of contempt, fear and maybe relief. Madin 'Sweeper' Madin had a reputation with the guard in these parts; simply because he has a habit of making their duties easier when dead bodies and the like were found in the alleyways such as this.
"You no mind, and remember, yes?" Madin made a broad gesture to include the alleyway and the two Mi'qote and himself. The guard stood still, seemingly undecided, he surreptiously placed his new gift by the Lalafell into his belt.
Madin let the guard do his deciding. He is sure the guard will do something sensible.
He looked at the the rest of his new companions, revealing his pinkish, gem-like eyes. He motioned to the male.
"Gentleman, you are, yes? All the way, yes?" With this, he procured a vial from within his pouch. On it was labelled 'Deodoriser'. "Gift for ladee, no? 500 gil, yes?" He pointed to the woman.
And to the woman he said, "Unfortunate circumstances, no? Makeup I give you, yes?" With this he gestured to a scar that he had on his right arm. "Return favors, maybe, yes?" He stared at the Mi'qote woman.
The Lalafell gingerly scooped up the blood from where the Mi'qote woman had laid, being careful not to break the illusion the sprinkling of Prism Powder had bestowed upon him. He filled up a vial with the precious liquid, relying mostly on touch to stopper the vessel. He groped around his own waist to locate his waist pouch, then slipped the newly filled vial safely inside. Satisfied with his scavenging, he stood up slowly to look at the impromptu interrogation happening at the entrance to the alleyway. No one has noticed him yet.
"Let's see what else can be made of this, shall we?" he mused to himself as he made his way towards the entrance. He had to do it as quietly as he could; he forgot an application of Silent Oil. He theorised that the noses of the two cats might be overpowered by the overwhelming reek from the alleyway, but he had to move as quietly as he could. He successfully evaded the flailing gestures of the guard and random tail swipes of the
cats to make it to the other side of the alleyway, away from the entrance. He stepped into the shadow of a tree, shook off his Prism Powder coating, then deftly approached the group of three standing at the entrance.
The Hyur guard was questioning the woman, "... your side of the story, shall we?"
"Might be poor listening, no?" the Lalafell announced his arrival, at the same time pressing a small package into the guard's palm. "I help, yes?"
"Sweeper." The guard scowled as he recognised the Lalafell. His tone carried with it a mixture of contempt, fear and maybe relief. Madin 'Sweeper' Madin had a reputation with the guard in these parts; simply because he has a habit of making their duties easier when dead bodies and the like were found in the alleyways such as this.
"You no mind, and remember, yes?" Madin made a broad gesture to include the alleyway and the two Mi'qote and himself. The guard stood still, seemingly undecided, he surreptiously placed his new gift by the Lalafell into his belt.
Madin let the guard do his deciding. He is sure the guard will do something sensible.
He looked at the the rest of his new companions, revealing his pinkish, gem-like eyes. He motioned to the male.
"Gentleman, you are, yes? All the way, yes?" With this, he procured a vial from within his pouch. On it was labelled 'Deodoriser'. "Gift for ladee, no? 500 gil, yes?" He pointed to the woman.
And to the woman he said, "Unfortunate circumstances, no? Makeup I give you, yes?" With this he gestured to a scar that he had on his right arm. "Return favors, maybe, yes?" He stared at the Mi'qote woman.
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