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Arien · 11-26-2003, 01:22 PM

He slipped distractedly through the crowd that milled around the streets. Angry Corsairs cursed and shouted at the new laws that were posted on the walls and doors of various buildings. A group had even taken to burning them in piles, their faces full of hate and satisfaction. However the Gondorian Guards who were close by watching soon took them away, where he did not know. But it couldn’t be any place good.

He passed the tables that had been set up for the corsairs to receive their papers. An inkpot lay smashed on the floor and papers were everywhere. It seemed to him that the Gondorians had let themselves in for more than they had bargained for. He smiled momentarily, but his keen eyes were still upon his target in front of him.

Two others accompanied the boy. One would be Calnan, the boy who worked for the Deputy Secretary. Acacia had explained him perfectly; this was an easier job than he thought. The other who was there was around five ten or eleven. He was fair skinned and too had fair hair. From what he could see he had dark eyes and was of a fit build. However there was no Miss Montrés. Maybe Acacia had been informed wrongly.

No matter though, he would keep tailing them. As he moved on through the crowd the three stopped outside what was evidently a house. The door opened momentarily and then they entered the door closing firmly behind them. He rushed forward thinking that he had lost them but then stopped. He had seen where she lived. He had gathered enough information to satisfy Acacia. And so he returned.

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“I’ll get it,” he said placing his glass of rum on the nearest table and walking out from the room.

Acacia leaned back onto the sofa and played with the pleats in her dress, whilst waiting for Russ to return. She head voices in the hall and stood immediately when she heard the second voice. It was the stalker she had sent out. The two entered the room; Russ went back to his chair and sat down. The other man stood by the door hesitantly.

“What news have you brought?” She said moving round to stand next to Russ. She was anxious to hear of any developments that might have occurred, least to say she was keen to learn of the news she would bring Jythralo. The man bowed momentarily and the stood up.

“You were indeed right, both Miss Montrés and Calnan are his friends. The other boy I do not recognise, but Devon seems to be barely out of company of either of the two maybe even the three. But I did not have chance to see them with the girl. I only caught a glimpse of her when the others entered her house. The Inn that you mentioned, they are seen mostly there and sometimes down on the bay….” He paused.

“Is that all?” Acacia questioned, her hard, cold eyes staring at the man.

“It is all that I could find.”

Acacia sighed, “Then that will do.” She placed a pouch of coins into his hand, and Russ dismissed him from the room; he left without a word and shut the door behind him. Russ took a drink from his glass while Acacia stared for a while thinking.

“I-“

“…Must go,” he said cutting in. “Yes, no doubt I will see you soon?”

“Maybe sooner than you think.” She smiled and left the room, entering the dark corridor. She headed for the front door and unlocked the various bolts from the door.

“Farewell, until later,” he said from behind her as she stepped out on to the dark alley. The door clicked after her and then a series of locks clinked into place. She smiled and made her way to Jythralo’s. She had collected enough information on the boy, but all the same she hoped that he would be pleased. For some strange reason she always took great pleasure in being praised by him.

[ 2:23 PM November 26, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]

11-26-2003, 01:22 PM	#36
Arien Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: London/Leeds UK Posts: 417	He slipped distractedly through the crowd that milled around the streets. Angry Corsairs cursed and shouted at the new laws that were posted on the walls and doors of various buildings. A group had even taken to burning them in piles, their faces full of hate and satisfaction. However the Gondorian Guards who were close by watching soon took them away, where he did not know. But it couldn’t be any place good. He passed the tables that had been set up for the corsairs to receive their papers. An inkpot lay smashed on the floor and papers were everywhere. It seemed to him that the Gondorians had let themselves in for more than they had bargained for. He smiled momentarily, but his keen eyes were still upon his target in front of him. Two others accompanied the boy. One would be Calnan, the boy who worked for the Deputy Secretary. Acacia had explained him perfectly; this was an easier job than he thought. The other who was there was around five ten or eleven. He was fair skinned and too had fair hair. From what he could see he had dark eyes and was of a fit build. However there was no Miss Montrés. Maybe Acacia had been informed wrongly. No matter though, he would keep tailing them. As he moved on through the crowd the three stopped outside what was evidently a house. The door opened momentarily and then they entered the door closing firmly behind them. He rushed forward thinking that he had lost them but then stopped. He had seen where she lived. He had gathered enough information to satisfy Acacia. And so he returned. ++++++++++++++ “I’ll get it,” he said placing his glass of rum on the nearest table and walking out from the room. Acacia leaned back onto the sofa and played with the pleats in her dress, whilst waiting for Russ to return. She head voices in the hall and stood immediately when she heard the second voice. It was the stalker she had sent out. The two entered the room; Russ went back to his chair and sat down. The other man stood by the door hesitantly. “What news have you brought?” She said moving round to stand next to Russ. She was anxious to hear of any developments that might have occurred, least to say she was keen to learn of the news she would bring Jythralo. The man bowed momentarily and the stood up. “You were indeed right, both Miss Montrés and Calnan are his friends. The other boy I do not recognise, but Devon seems to be barely out of company of either of the two maybe even the three. But I did not have chance to see them with the girl. I only caught a glimpse of her when the others entered her house. The Inn that you mentioned, they are seen mostly there and sometimes down on the bay….” He paused. “Is that all?” Acacia questioned, her hard, cold eyes staring at the man. “It is all that I could find.” Acacia sighed, “Then that will do.” She placed a pouch of coins into his hand, and Russ dismissed him from the room; he left without a word and shut the door behind him. Russ took a drink from his glass while Acacia stared for a while thinking. “I-“ “…Must go,” he said cutting in. “Yes, no doubt I will see you soon?” “Maybe sooner than you think.” She smiled and left the room, entering the dark corridor. She headed for the front door and unlocked the various bolts from the door. “Farewell, until later,” he said from behind her as she stepped out on to the dark alley. The door clicked after her and then a series of locks clinked into place. She smiled and made her way to Jythralo’s. She had collected enough information on the boy, but all the same she hoped that he would be pleased. For some strange reason she always took great pleasure in being praised by him. [ 2:23 PM November 26, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ] __________________ "...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."