TIME STAMP - 35th of Fall 512 A full moon gleaned beautifully, light peering through the cloud covers. Wasn't much walking around being done, the simple chatter of neighbors in their home or the laughter in the pub was the main action tonight. Sitting down in the corner farthest from the door, close to the bar and stools, was Yuri as she laid back in her chair. Its wooden frame against the wall, her feet on the table where a mug of beer laid untouched. Her view was unhindered except for the occasional man standing up to illustrate a tale or a woman catering to a customer. Tonight, the tavern was packed. Yuri was one to frequent rumor mills, gossip circles and the intermittent notices of "Smiling Jack" had given her an idea of why it was so full. The festival coming up soon, others were coordinating plans to make it memorable for themselves and others. Some plans were of good-natures, some were of the not-so-good nature, but it was going to be good nonetheless with what Yuri had been hearing. The recent killings weren't anything to scoff at, Jack was one hell of a murderer, professional grade from what the stories were saying. "Meeting him without dying wouldn't be bad," she thought to herself, looking onward to the room as she kept a watchful on the activity. But, 'course, herself was suspicious and probably would attract unwanted attention. She wasn't on any sort of official business, so the thought didn't bother anymore as a fly would a tree. |