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[Banir Ironwood]

With Banir and Ana's gaze locked he blinked at her a few times, his rage red eyes still rimmed in a calm white as he looked back at her. However he found himself confused and flustered at the movement of her eye. Banir knew what a wink was, he'd seen it done before. But he had no idea what it meant or what the purpose was yet for some reason he felt a blush strike his eyes and his face. The red becoming lighter as embarrassment rode over his rage. This young woman next to him was probably younger than him in years, actually they all where probably younger than him in years. In appearance they where all older than himself though, in terms of biological years they where more mature. He was starting to lose thought as to why he was embarrassed in the first place. Why was he? His eyes began to fade back to their original colouring, his rage ever present and held back by a carefully constructed calm. A calm that was damaged once Zandelia attempted to strike up some sort of conversation with him.

In all honesty he didn't really want to talk to her, she had called him a 'little one'. He was still rather sore over that. Considering he was both larger and stronger than her. He felt disrespected from her, like she saw him as just some idiot child to her. With that thought his eyes changed becoming a darker annoyed red as the calm white restrained the emotion to a degree. And so he liked her less than because of this, deciding that perhaps just ignoring her would be the best option rather than sparking up his anger. Though before he could actually ignore her Ximal stepped over towards them. A feeling of almost gratitude flashed in him for a moment. Ximal was a friend, someone he could trust in, not to mention he was actually familiar with him. Smiling behind his scarf his hidden face as Ximal spoke. Letting his previous concerns with the woman be pushed away by more important matters. Like talking about getting armour! And, an apology? Or what at least sounded like an apology perhaps? Why did he need more leg armour? His greaves where pretty good, provided strong protection and allowed for greater mobility as well. Cold iron wasn't ideal and steel was preferred, good and thick steel nothing like this light weight ordinary armour.

He was going to reply to Ximal when he thought he heard something. Blinking a few times he turned and saw a Jamoura, and a red haired looking guy. There where also other Jamoura with them, where they here to shop too?They all looked sorta upset about something, why where they looking at-

"Thief!"

Banir's brain stalled for a minute, the man was very loud his ears where almost ringing. But wait, did he just say thief? But wait? How? No one hadn't done anything, why where the. Wait what was going on? Turning around he saw Ana being taken away by the guard. Waving goodbye to her as politely as he could under the circumstances. Though he did not understand why, no one had taken anything. In fact Banir himself hadn't even touched anything, he'd only looked! All he wanted was to try and order some armour and sell some of his unwanted equipment. Looking to the Jamoura he thought was in charge he wanted to talk. The red haired man seemed a little less understanding considering the look on his face. The Jamoura would probably talk calmly and peacefully and maybe let him know what was going on! However when he sought reason and understanding he was met with only more shouting. A bit of black sparked into his eyes for a few moments, fear as he gazed up at the massive Jamoura. He focused and restrained his emotions trying to keep sense of everything. Though he had been shouted at to leave and do so now. Banir lingered a moment, he bowed to the Jamoura and the red haired then stood upright. He waved good bye to the large Jamoura and again the man who still seemed rather foul at the moment. He turned to Ximal and pointed to the way out of the trading post, a bit more calm catching his features. Although he had been instructed not to come back he would. To his mind the natives of the Spires where supposedly calm, rational, and reasonable people. That the authorities and even just ordinary Jamoura preferred to hear both sides of an argument before taking forceful action.

Regardless of his his mind saw him that was a vast gap to what was happening in the here and now. Padding himself down he made sure he had everything, double checking his coin purse he nodded. Yes, he had what he needed and it was time to leave. Looking up at Ximal he made another notion to leave, or wave good bye. He felt a lot less like talking right now, though a little difficult to interpret the gestures he was making was asking if they should split up or leave together. Though Banir was already making a few steps towards what he thought was the closest exit. Although Jamoura where slower than most, their strength and seer size where dangerous in a fight. And a fight with the authorities of the Spires, was something he wanted to avoid indefinitely.

[Ana Sol Starris]

As Ana had edged along, her eyes had come to rest upon a pair of leather looking arm gaurds, vambraces, if the small thief remembered correctly. Flicking her eyes away, she caught notice of a funny little thing, possibly a half mask made of metal reinforced with leather because it glinted slightly in the sunlight which filtered into the trading post from above; it looked as if it could cover her mouth. So which one to choose? There were many other things around her, but the thief doubted she could walk out with any of the sizable goods unnoticed. Following her eyes to look back at Zandelia's awkward call to her, light hearted, and cheery, joking, did that mean what Ana thought it meant? Steal something for all of them? Or was she really just playing about with her.. To thieve from these people.. Ana felt a creeping sensation crawl its way into her arms, a honeyed poison seeping into her mind with one thought: Take something, they'll never notice and no one would know it was you... ...If you morph yourself once again. The thought finished itself hauntedly, flaring up and dieing like an after thought would, to bury itself into her subconscience. It seemed to be a logical way to do it, after all, Nasrin hadn't known it was her until she caught notice of the red in her hair, and the green in her hands. Pausing briefly, Ana's hand ran along the table once more, completely out of view for the most part and decided that perhaps that was the best course of action. If only she knew for sure that Zandelia had dropped hints to pick something up, Ana was so confused, she didn't want to screw this up, Zand was a confusing person at times. The whisper began again, trying to sweetly talk its way through common sense, cutting down reasoning when suddenly Ana shot the voice down, and firmly said: No. She did not have the time nor energy to expel needlessly to do that. Ana felt it recede, but she had already made her mind up that she was not going to use morphing for awhile, and she didn't need a disguise to feel competent at what she could profficiently do. No matter the consequence, in the rest of the time she was given, Ana casually picked up the weird mask, moving to push it into the many folds of her backpack and reasoned because it was smaller than the vambraces, it could fit better in the many recesses of her clothing, and indeed behind and inbetween the backpack, which she wore, that she would be able to filch this mask better. As if on que, Ana heard one dreadful word shouted out and all she could do was freeze, the mask she had decided to snitch not yet completely veiled on her person, in fact it was almost held out for all to see her hold, if they could that is. The small thief had her back turned to whoever had shouted, she held her breath, as her heart began to race a million miles at once. She had to remain still, otherwise, any sort of blatant action would let them know it was indeed her. Fear, paranoia, all the negativity wedged its way back in, all the experience she had earned in Sunberth coming back to her to run at that one little word, the word which meant death if caught. There wasn't any proof she was the thief, she had played it safe whilst in Spires and only recently this season had she been letting her thieving capabilities begin to show through ever so subtelty, kept her sticky fingers in check; and it wasn't like anyone would have known it was her that had filched the perfume, she had a disguise on during that little episode of being nearly cornered by the Eypharian woman. The mask was forgotten in the heat of her grievances, trying to form a story of her own innocence. It couldn't be her! It wouldn't be her. A sense of denial washed over her as a hand would grab her arm, dread filling every inch of her being, disbelief written on her face as she would turn to snap her eyes to the endal mans, out of instinct she began struggling ever so lightly at being touched. When the gaurd grabbed her other arm, she began to try and pull herself away from him too and with more fervor, moving her feet to dig into the ground and found she was completely ensnared. Swivelling her head to look back at the endal with a deadly eye, anger quite evident now "What is the meaning of this! Let me go! I've done nothing wrong, is this how you treat paying customers?" Ana let the words come out like daggers at him, struggling inbetween each breath of her sentences. For the most part that was true, she could have just been picking the item up to show the shopkeeper she had wanted it, it wasn't as if she didn't have coin in her pocket- for having of allowed herself to buy a commodity item such as a cold iron dagger; that in itself was pricy. Quarhot's words were filled with an irony to the situation, she opened her mouth, glaring harder at him still "Can't be very well 'please come with me' if I'm being forced to, now is it..? I'm half your size, let alone dangerous, or stupidly ignorant enough for you to need a gaurd with you." Ana questioned, her voice remained strong and ungiving mostly because they didn't seem to be listening anyways, she wondered what was going to happen, she hadn't meant to take the mask with her.. She just sort of held onto it in her momentary fear: kleptomanic as she most definitely was when she wasn't watching her movements. As they would forcibly escorted her, she jerked herself about so she could get one last look at Zandelia, and Ximal. What would they do? Fear laced in her eyes, like a potent drug poured into a drink. What was going to happen to her? oocI totally did this knowing that there could be consequences. o.o I just hope not too bad of them.. >.>;; Unless of course, Ana can wedge herself out of this lil mess with words.. and stubbornness.. I had fun writing this.

[Zandelia]

The situation turned sour within a few scatterings of chimes, the merry and inquisitive atmosphere giving way to chaos and retribution rapidly, further increased the shouts from all directions and the bubbling queries as to what had just happened. Her little foray into getting to know Banir had not been successful in the least, though her failure had told her that he was a suspicious sort and that – in itself – was an interesting piece of information she might be able to follow up on. Still, her concentration wavered and he dismissed himself in a very concise and abrupt manner – he obviously had no desire to stick around. Why he had been linked with them was a mystery but, perhaps, it was based upon guilt by association.

What in the blazes has happened now then? she felt a touch of irritability within her as she turned and beheld the terrible scene of the crime.

There was Neilles, wrist in the implacable grip of one of the Hahk’Shatara of the Spires and followed by another assortment of guards she knew by face, if not by name. The situation was rapidly becoming un-tenuous and the words that Neilles were shouting were doing nothing to keep the situation’s slight grip upon civility. She wondered if she should have tried to encourage the small thief in her abilities then, whether it would have been better to wait a while until her skills had improved. A nagging spark of guilt kindled within her before the fires of reality reasserted themselves. No, she knew the risks and getting caught was one of them – next time she would have learnt from it. There would be a next time too, though not in the Spires as she was known now. Still Zandelia doubted Neilles would be overly punished – first offenses, especially if they were done upon assumption rather than fact, were generally small.

And I see no carried goods of stolen nature. She should be fine, but us however… the thought was enough to make her stand her ground, allowing the small thief to be dragged into a back portion of a store – she could do little else.

She felt Ximal step forwards and her arm flashed out to slap across his chest as she shook her head ever so slightly – words would not be needed, he was being a fool and needed direction before he got himself into depths he could not escape. They would still be in the Spires, for a time, and it would not do to lose both employment and good nature – they were not being accused yet. They would be if Ximal got out of control, he could do some real damage with fits and stupidity.

“We have done nothing wrong, only purchased goods fairly. If that is how we are to be treated, guards of the Spires ourselves, then so be it. We know the law and we will abide. However, business will be poor if rejection is based merely upon dislike. Let’s go Ximal” she stated simply, she did not give them time to respond – they would have nothing to say she could not reject. Expelling herself and Ximal was reactionary and betrayed their own foolishness more than anything else. The simple equation would be that all the money they could have spent would be lost forever – their loss and not Zandelia’s.

She led them both out of the Trading Post with the hope that she would see Neilles soon – and that she would be relatively unharmed.

[Capricious]

Zandelia

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Observation	3	• Location: The Wind Reach Trading Post
Socialization	2	• Contact: Banir
Negotiation	1	• Social Etiquette: Distract with Polite Conversation
Persuasion	1	• Lore

+1 Composite Shortbow
+20 arrows
+Quiver + Harness
-97 gm

Ana

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Socialization	1	• Cold Iron Steel is Better
Intimidation	2	• Being Paranoid About One's Motives is Healthy
Rhetoric	1	• Ana's Own Language: Flailing
Observation	1	• Studded Leather is Better
Larceny	1	• Lore

+1 wolf pelt wrap
+1 pair of wolf pelt gloves
-23 gm
+1 cold iron dagger and sheath

Ximal

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Observation	3	• Location: Wind Reach Trading Post
Socialization	1	• I'm Not Always an Ox!
Skill Name	XP	• Correctly Identifying a Heist

+1 weapon harness
+4 throwing axes
-30 gm

Banir

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Observation	3	• Math Is Not My Forte
Socialization	1	• Normal Leather is Not the Best
Teaching	1	• Wave Goodbye to the Thief!
Skill Name	XP	• Nagging Thought: Go Back to the Wind Reach Trading Post and Prove Innocence

Vaspira

Award

Skill	XP Earned	Lore Earned
Socialization	1	• Recognizing Ana
Intimidation	2	• Defending One's Self is Necessary
Observation	1	• Social Etiquette: Escape the Crowd!

+1 Tulwar Sword
-22 GM

Whew! That was a packed thread. A lot of things happened, so it is likely I could have missed something. Please, let me know if I did!

Ximal, I was not able to give you many points. While you performed actions, they were not explained or described. An example is negotiating the price down. In the future, keep that in mind.

The group, excluding Vaspira as she left early, have been uninvited from the Wind Reach Trading Post.

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, please send me a PM and we can figure it out.