[Kova's Wishing Well] Bull on Patrol (Ana Sol Starris)

[Tristan Albayn]

13th of Summer 13th Bell. There was a certain sense of enjoyment in patrolling the Jordon District. The constant movement, from residents and visitors alike, created an aura of consistency amongst the hustle and bustle. There was a certain lack of surprise in it all; everything always seemed to go on as it was meant to. Of course, this was not always the case but being posted in, say, the Stone Garden beat walking down a shady alley in the warehouse district down by the docks. Besides, being so close to the Tank and the Council of Three chambers are deterrents to crime unto themselves. Patrolling Jordon seemed a lot more like babysitting much of the time. However, Tristan has always had the thirst for justice and would sink into boredom without any real activity. Patrol was perhaps his least favorite duty as a knight, preferring missions out in the country or investigations into criminal enterprises. Even looking into a shop that was broken into was more to his liking than walking or standing around waiting for something to happen. Due to this, he preferred patrol assignments around Kova’s Wishing Well. Visitors flocking to a site with pockets full of coins ready to chip in would undoubtedly attract thieves and con artists alike, even in Syliras, the most secure city in the world. He had already paid one visit to the Tank this morning, taking a captive along with him. A scammer, who presented himself an official of the Mint, had been covertly exchanging fake Gold and Silver Mizas with unlucky visitors. Some visitors had asked where they would be able to get a return on their gold, which lead Tristan to further investigate, eventually catching the criminal with a handful of fake coins and a pocket full of gold ones. This lead to a prompt arrest, the resident knowing better to resist a knight and an escort down to the Tank. “If they do not off your head, I hope they take both your hands, at the very least,” Tristan said as he handed his captive, who had begged and cried for forgiveness the whole way, over to the jailers. Donning half-plate under his Windoak tabard on this hot day, he returned back to the well, hoping to catch a thief or two before he ended his watch. The Shield of Albayn slung across his back and longsword at his side, residents and non-residents quickly shuffled out of his way, more out of fear than courtesy. He somewhat enjoyed being feared, it helped keep the order.

[Ana Sol Starris]

The third day in Syliras, Ana was being jostled about as she navigated hallways and corridors filled with seemingly endless amounts of people. Arms crossed in order to prevent accidental theft. She did not know this place, and did not want to make the mistake of stealing in unknown territory, even if it was unbeknownst to herself. Taking a step here, or a step there, a light push from a hand as she squeezed through enbetween two people, moving against a crowd of people until finally she would meet the light. An area she had not been to before, but to her it was all the same, body, upon body, a never ending life force that remained at a constant. Certainly enough pockets to go around.. Ana mused, her attention drawn to the sky as she sauntered along the edges of an opened hallway, arches holding the above ceiling providing shade. It was a rather nice day, with just a few smatterings of clouds here and there, warm sunlight, and an airy breeze that refreshed the open area. It wasn't until her amber eyes caught sight of an interesting event.. A man was being dragged off somewheres, into a building, he seemed to be in some form of distress with the armored man but Ana felt no pity. Only curiousity. Instead of passing on like she should have, Ana leaned against the wall opposite the building. Taking to examining her dirty fingernails while she waited, picking out the dirt and grime underneath meticulously while giving the building a glance. Cane in the crook of her arm, safe, and snugly fit between her body and appendage. I wish to know what that man had done, here.. It seems those wearing armor and weapons are the authority.. Ana thought with a light sigh lost on the breeze, compared to Sunberth where it was pretty necessary to be armed and armored for safetys sake.. Maybe I can learn what happens to thieves here, or I can see how long it takes to make one of these armored thugs to crack. Maybe both. Starting with him. Ana was clearly not an inconspicuous figure with her obscenely purple colored jacket and bright red scarf, if one so desired to notice her, they would and with little trouble. Amber colored eyes followed the man in the armor, taking note on how people moved quicker than usual. It was a small difference, subtle, and finnicky if one were to go so far as call it that. "If I didn't give a petch, I'd say I'd be scared too.." Ana muttered as she gripped her chin lightly, thinking, in a scholarly manner. Releasing it after a few ticks. This strangely reminded her of the time when that 'Knight of Justice' ruined her day, back in Sunberth times, of course. "Always with their self centered, snob attitude on whats right, and whats wrong.." her voice was low, and drawn out, a growl of anger more than arrogance. Ana watched him for a moment more, a cauldron of seething animosity, before having to take a deep breathe... and calm down. There was no point in suffering the same fate as that one man earlier, her shoulders laxed a bit before stiffening as she moved to follow after the armored man's patrol path. Taking her cane in hand as she did so, with a click, clack, along the marbled floor.