14th Spring, 510 A.V.
Time: Noon
Location: Outside The Golden Dragon
Rythern tied the sash around the trunk of one of the small trees, and stepped back to look it over.
It was just a little ways away from The Golden Dragon, and near enough for the blue silk sash to be noticed by someone approaching the tavern. He hoped, anyway. After all, he had told Fade to meet him outside the place. The Vantha did still plan on meeting her, but in truth, outside the Golden Dragon was only the starting point. He had a twist in mind, an idea sparked by the first conversation he'd had two days ago with the gifted contortionist.
The young man glanced up. It was nearly midday. He scrawled a quick note:
South. Take this with you.
-R
and tucked it into the sash. Then he admired his handiwork again, hoped fervently that it was obvious enough, hoped fervently that nobody would take the note or the sash (or both) before Fade showed up, and hoped fervently that Fade showed up at all, before swiftly leaving the front of the Golden Dragon and heading south along the road.
Along the way, he pulled out another sash. Red this time.
When he'd walked about forty paces, Rythern eyed the wooden siding of a building and drew a throwing knife from the pouch at his belt. It was doable, he thought. And if it wasn't, the young man was determined to make it doable. He tossed up the sash in the air, ran back a few steps to give himself distance, and then threw the knife to nail it to the wall.
It hit the building, but it had missed the sash. The Vantha sprinted forward again to catch the sash and the knife, before trying the same thing.
The blade spun through the air. Missed again.
The third time it managed to catch the sash and bury itself an inch or two into the wood. Quick to admire his own accomplishments, the young entertainer was grinning to himself. That was not bad. And if Fade had any doubt before that the sashes were him, she certainly wouldn't once she got here and saw the knife.
He scribbled another note. West.
Then he left in that direction, pulling a third sash from his pocket.