“You went to all this just to find a bar?” Sayana asked incredulously. He had chased after her, taunted her and played silly games with his lunar liquid and the end result was to find a bar. Maybe he was too scared to play a game of toss with weapons. The Eypharian had a look of skepticism on her face. Could he be trying to lay a trap for her? Yet she was the one who had initially started the encounter but only because he had provided such an easy looking target.
Still, his idea sounded better than throwing daggers at something that for all intents and purposes was merely an illusion, by the way he appeared and disappeared. But did she even know any of the ale houses in Alvadas. Her life in Syliras was practically centered around a tavern, the Rearing Stallion, and yet here… The Rearing Stallion, hadn’t Resin shown her an entrance to the Underground near the Stallion’s Rear? The Underground. She could be safe there. The man seemed like an outsider if he didn’t know where to find a simple ale house. Surely he wouldn’t know of the Underground passages and it would be impossible for him to follow unless he was shown explicitly by someone else who had also been to the Underground. But was the Stallion’s Rear a tavern? It sounded like it could be, but for all she knew it was a stables or even a manure dump.
“I’ll take you to a place, that sells ale. Or something close enough.” Sayana finally replied. Throughout her musings she had kept a wary stance with her blades. She still didn’t trust him. “You’re new to Alvadas? You have to learn to trust the streets, yet always keep your destination in mind. Look for clues, yet at the same time be adaptable. The alehouse should be in the night half of the city. People go to taverns at night. Unless the god of illusions had something against the tavern owner. Follow me, and keep up.”
The Eypharian didn’t doubt that he’d be able to keep up. He’d managed to chase after her earlier. She was just about to dash out of the store when a glint caught her eye. No, it wasn’t the glint of gold, although the store did contain some jewelry and a few cosmetics. The jewelry was of rather low value though and the more expensive things were probably locked away. It was a glint of a reflection. The Eypharian strode over to one of the handheld mirrors, surely used by customers to admire themselves using their new products.
“For my protection,” she stated as she took the mirror off the counter. Even though she doubted it could reflect much, if any of the faint moonlight, at least it was something.
Then off she went and certainly not at a leisurely stroll. She didn’t trust him and a moving target was always harder to hit than a stationary or slow moving one. Sayana sheathed her daggers and kept the mirror comfortably in her low hands. Mostly she kept to the moonlight knowing that if nothing else she could attempt to shine moonlight towards him using the mirror. Despite the circumstances, it was a nice run. It felt freeing going through the winding streets and she tended to shift her path from one side of the street to the other to make her a more unpredictable target. There was still his bird and she absently wondered why he hadn’t just flown to find the alehouse.
The streets twisted and turned and she cared less about which way she turned and more about finding that sweet stench of ale. Every so often she’d look behind her to check that he was keeping up and also that he hadn’t changed his mind in terms of his mannerisms. It wasn’t the smell of ale that she came across first, but the tipsy swaying walk of drunkards who almost looked like the sleepwalkers but more clumsy.
“See? Look for clues.” She called out to him as she pointed to the evidence. All she had to do now was confirm that it was indeed the Stallion’s Rear and then get far enough ahead of him so she might slip into the depths of the Underground.
To GraderAnd yes, she just shoplifted that mirror.
Still, his idea sounded better than throwing daggers at something that for all intents and purposes was merely an illusion, by the way he appeared and disappeared. But did she even know any of the ale houses in Alvadas. Her life in Syliras was practically centered around a tavern, the Rearing Stallion, and yet here… The Rearing Stallion, hadn’t Resin shown her an entrance to the Underground near the Stallion’s Rear? The Underground. She could be safe there. The man seemed like an outsider if he didn’t know where to find a simple ale house. Surely he wouldn’t know of the Underground passages and it would be impossible for him to follow unless he was shown explicitly by someone else who had also been to the Underground. But was the Stallion’s Rear a tavern? It sounded like it could be, but for all she knew it was a stables or even a manure dump.
“I’ll take you to a place, that sells ale. Or something close enough.” Sayana finally replied. Throughout her musings she had kept a wary stance with her blades. She still didn’t trust him. “You’re new to Alvadas? You have to learn to trust the streets, yet always keep your destination in mind. Look for clues, yet at the same time be adaptable. The alehouse should be in the night half of the city. People go to taverns at night. Unless the god of illusions had something against the tavern owner. Follow me, and keep up.”
The Eypharian didn’t doubt that he’d be able to keep up. He’d managed to chase after her earlier. She was just about to dash out of the store when a glint caught her eye. No, it wasn’t the glint of gold, although the store did contain some jewelry and a few cosmetics. The jewelry was of rather low value though and the more expensive things were probably locked away. It was a glint of a reflection. The Eypharian strode over to one of the handheld mirrors, surely used by customers to admire themselves using their new products.
“For my protection,” she stated as she took the mirror off the counter. Even though she doubted it could reflect much, if any of the faint moonlight, at least it was something.
Then off she went and certainly not at a leisurely stroll. She didn’t trust him and a moving target was always harder to hit than a stationary or slow moving one. Sayana sheathed her daggers and kept the mirror comfortably in her low hands. Mostly she kept to the moonlight knowing that if nothing else she could attempt to shine moonlight towards him using the mirror. Despite the circumstances, it was a nice run. It felt freeing going through the winding streets and she tended to shift her path from one side of the street to the other to make her a more unpredictable target. There was still his bird and she absently wondered why he hadn’t just flown to find the alehouse.
The streets twisted and turned and she cared less about which way she turned and more about finding that sweet stench of ale. Every so often she’d look behind her to check that he was keeping up and also that he hadn’t changed his mind in terms of his mannerisms. It wasn’t the smell of ale that she came across first, but the tipsy swaying walk of drunkards who almost looked like the sleepwalkers but more clumsy.
“See? Look for clues.” She called out to him as she pointed to the evidence. All she had to do now was confirm that it was indeed the Stallion’s Rear and then get far enough ahead of him so she might slip into the depths of the Underground.
To GraderAnd yes, she just shoplifted that mirror.
