She followed him silently down into the stables. The smell of horses was still fresh and her heart clenched. She stood and looked around before her gaze drifted back to him, brow creasing at his unusual action. She smirked, not daring to say anything for fear of exposure.
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Once we enter we will have to deal with any guards and then hopefuly we can take the children and be off.
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She partially removed the dagger on her waist at his comment. Her thumb ran over the shining metal, riddled with runes. The blade was cold and sharp...it had been well taken care of. [I]Only a fool would wish to use such a weapon...[\I] Her knives, longer in build and stronger in stature were kept up near her quiver. Her bow too, was situated against her back, waiting to be used.
She turned to look at him again. Her face was set in a grim expression...so it begins. He set off into the darkness and after a moment, she followed. She made sure to stay several paces away, her dark cloak hiding her against buildings as they made their way. The air was salty, and a mist had settled in the streets. Keen eyes looked to the heights of the buildings and there she noticed a black figure. His movements were deliberate, as if he had no worries. She frowned, this indeed was a corsair. Perhaps he was on watch for another intrusion. Her eyes quickly scanned around but she saw no others.
Awrygan looked backwards and she motioned to the building. The figure was not in their interest she knew, but she would make sure that all party members knew of his existance. It is unwise to venture out when not all have been forewarned.
She moved up next to the man and lowered her voice to a mere whisper. "I am not sure if we should let him be, or if I should risk taking him out with my bow...I see no others but that does not mean that they aren't present."
[ March 14, 2003: Message edited by: Rochelle ]