Closed A Cat and a Sailor

[Kirvan Deepseeker]

"As lost as can be," Kirvan replied jokingly. There was no point in shying away from the truth, and it was a part of him that he had long ago accepted even if he disliked it terribly. Though he was soon pulled from his thoughts by a kind comment from Alessa. He smiled at her, his eyes dancing like the waves. "Thank you," he said. "All the svefra have the sea in their gaze, it is a blessing of Laviku's. It lets us know that we are children of the ocean." For now, he left out what his people did to those born without ocean eyes. Nodding, Kirvan remembered the doctor's help. Even without up front payment or knowing who he was treating exactly or even being guaranteed recompense (which he never received anyway) he fixed up someone from the brink of death. And in the end it was free of charge. He would have to find Orion and thank him, maybe give him some of his just reward. "He is a good man, better than a lot of folk I could find," he answered. "I was lucky to find him, no one else would likely have helped." When Alessa made her offer, the svefra nodded again. "I would like that yes. Once we find something to fill your belly of course," he added, smiling. Her interest in fishing surprised Kirvan a bit, as he did not find it a very interesting pastime. It was his daily practice, and though it gradually raked in mizas he was beginning to tire of it. "It is very routine, though the kind of fishing I do is probably more exciting than the alternative version. Unlike many fishermen with their rods and nets, I use a mounted harpoon launcher I have to hunt bigger fish. Mostly I wait until I see something big enough, then I fire at it and reel it in. Every time." The last question she posed provoked a bit more thought than she probably intended. In all honest, he could not think of an adequate answer, at least not anything on a day-to-day basis. "Running, jumping, climbing," he answered thoughtfully. "I used to do it on the palavers of my old pod, jumping from the rigging, but my boat is not big enough for that. Swordplay is also entertaining, though I have not come across anyone willing to practice yet. Honestly though, I need to explore, just go somewhere randomly and adventure out somewhere. That's what I need to do one day." When the man shoved brusquely past Alessa, Kirvan's hands were out immediately to support her. His mind was only half there by her side though, his other half focused on the object in the man's arms. It was certainly shaped like a shield, and the man carrying it was putting an effort into making it inconspicuous. Regardless, the behavior seemed oddly suspicious, and as the man hurried away Kirvan's eyes followed him for a bit. "Hey Alessa," he said, still watching what may be the thief. "Can you go find that knight and tell him I think we found his shield? I know you're hungry, but this won't take a minute." Following the man who had aroused his suspicions, Kirvan brushed past people as gently as he could to keep his target in his sights. Briefly he glanced back to see if Alessa was doing what he'd asked, then it returned to his target who was hurrying onward and pushing people out of his way. The svefra wasn't trying to make himself unseen however, and when the man he was following turned back it was quite obvious Kirvan was following him. Rather than try to maintain a facade of innocence however, the suspicious man immediately took of, pelting down the passage and shoving people out of his way with what was probably the shield in his hands. The svefra sped up as well, running through the crowd and agilely diving between people has he tried to keep up. Fortunately his target was carrying a heavy cumbersome shield that was slowing him down, as well as clearing a path for the pursuing svefra to follow, so he was able to maintain an even distance between them. He only hoped someone else caught the picture and stopped the thief before he took off one of the side passages though, for if he did then the svefra would be completely unable to follow.

[Kyra]

Kyra huffed and pouted when Kirvan asked her to find the Knight and lead him to the person that had possibly stolen his shield. In truth, she didn't care much for the Knights and their property. Despise Kirvan's plea, she had no plans of helping out the Knight. It was the city's problem and had nothing to do with her. She was there for one reason only, to find the man that smelled of lemons and question him. She turned away, watching as the tall blonde rushed off to find the man carrying the shield.

She turned away then, and headed back into the Bazaar. The inside was busy, much like the rest of the city with people roaming about. There were stalls set up, tables lined with wares of editable and uneatable alike. Kyra walked around slowly as she looked over the items and the people around her. Suddenly the smell of lemons wafted into her nose, causing her to follow the scent. It led her to a stall not too far from the entrance where two men were talking. The conversation wouldn't have seemed interesting, but it was the tray of lemons on his table that caught her attention.

The Lemon man..that is what the Drykus had told her, and so far he had been right. She moved closer to them, pretending to shop at the stall closest to them. It was a sound plan, and a way for her to learn what they were talking about, should they say anything of interest. However, what she hadn't expected what that the shop owner would come up and try to strike up a conversation with her. Kyra looked up, her eyes pouring into him as she spoke softly ,yet sternly. "I'd like to browse alone." Her words were cold, her gaze icy which chilled the shop owner to his core. He moved away then, allowing the girl to shop alone as she wished.

The conversation was dull and nothing was said that she could fine interest in for what she needed. But, she decided to wait around for a bit, and speak with the shop owner once he had finished with his customer. It was possible that he was the man she sought, or in the least knew of who she needed to speak with. Kyra stood by, and once the man had left the stall, she ventured over to speak with the owner. But it would appear that in this case, she had found what she was looking for.

As she walked towards him, she noticed a medallion around his neck that seemed very familiar. Marcelo had worn one of it's type in the past, but Kyra couldn't remember when he had lost it. "That medallion..it's very pretty. Where did you get it?" she asked kindly. The man glanced down at the jewel, almost as if he had forgotten that he was wearing it. "This, oh some traveler gave it to me as an..investment." Kyra suddenly felt more interested and questioned him more. "I see, and do you know where he got it from?" The man glared at her for a moment and chuckled. "Nah, said something about working with a traveling performer."

It was then that she confirmed it, the letter had been right. The young kelvic smiled, gently lifting her hands to move across the table as she accidentally knocked over a few lemons. "Oh..I am sorry.." she said innocently and attempted to collect the rolling items. "No, it's ok really." the man replied and reached out to help. Suddenly Kyra grabbed his arm tightly and pressing it down against the table as she pressed her dagger against his wrist. "What in Sylir's name are you doing?" he growled. Kyra smiled tilting her head playfully as she batted her eyes at him. "Shsss...Now don't go making a fuss...I wouldn't want to slip and cut you."

The shop owner hissed, his features wrinkling up as he felt the sharp blade as it pressed into his arm. "W-What do you want? Y-You can't kill me here...the Knight won't let you get away with it." The mischievous kelvic giggled softly and lean further onto the table to catch his full gaze with her own. "I don't want to kill you silly lemon man. I just need answers...that's all." Her fingers squeezed tighter around the man's wrist as she held his arm down. " Answers..f-for what?" he asked stumbling over his words. The merchant attempted to look about to find a Knight, someone who could perhaps see his face and know that something was wrong without him having to risk being cut to say so.

"The medallion..Tell me, who gave it to you?" she asked simply. "I don't know the guy's real name..calls himself Sen I think." the frighten merchant replied quickly. "Where is Sen now?" she asked as quickly as he finished. "He's not from here..Sunberth is where he came from." he relaxed his arm then, hoping to slowly pull it from beneath the dagger and free himself. Kyra squeezed his arm tighter and pressed the dagger down hard enough to draw a bit of blood. "Did he return to Sunberth?" The shop owner hissed, lifting his other hand slightly in defeat, if only to get her to release the added pressure on her dagger's blade. "N-No, said he was going to Ravok for something."

Just then, she heard the far off clinking of armor, and realized that a Knight was coming towards the market. Kyra smiled, as she quickly released the man's wrist and dashed towards the entrance of the market. The shop owner would surly call for help now that he wasn't in danger, and she didn't want to be anywhere near the place when he did. She raced out of the market and made a sharp turn in the direction that she had first come in, only to run head first into what felt like a wall. Kyra stumbled back, her hands moving from under her cloak as she had hidden her dagger away.

"Watch where you're running!" a familiar voice called out. Kyra glanced up, the Squire that she had seen before standing in front of her. She knew that she had to act quickly, do something to get him away from the market before the shop owner had time to yell. "I came to find you, my friend and I, we found your shield. Hurry this way!"

[Kirvan Deepseeker]

OOCKirvan leaving gave you the chance to go and do that, didn't it? Sorry about the delay, just came back from China whose servers are blocked here. Luckily, the thief did not waver from his straight path away from his pursuer, which was folly on his part. Many times during the chase however, Kirvan came close to just stopping and throwing up his hands. Why did he care about a thief? If you couldn't hold onto your own stuff, then were you fit to have it? If you put it down, then did you need it? That was the years of podlife speaking, his ingrained svefra instinct, but he was no longer the same man that he had been when he was with the pod. He had learnt about life on the land, of only a bit, and particularly life in this city. And particularly about theft, and though he couldn't understand why it was as big a deal as it was made out to be he knew it meant a lot to these people. So, chase he did. And he was gaining. The path that the criminal was clearing and the fact that Kirvan had a little history with running meant that the svefra was slowly closing in on his target, and the criminal was too panicked to think to shake him. Eventually, it was made clear to even the thief that he wouldn't be able to outrun his pursuer in a straight dash, so in a roar of frustration he shoved the people nearest to him aside and threw off the cloth covering the shield. He then slipped the now free defense onto his arm and with his other hand reached into his belt and drew out a long dirk, a bit shorter than Kirvan's own cutlass. At the sight of his weapon, the crowd seemed to let out a collective scream and people nearby scrambled to get away from the pointed knife, terrified at the sudden violent act. Kirvan himself abruptly halted his dash, crouching and drawing the curved blade at his hip, more people scrambling away as they realized what was about to happen. Growling, he stared the svefra down. "Petch off you annoying roach!" he cried, angry that he had been spotted. "I would have gotten away long ago if you hadn't stuck your nose into my business. So what I stole that man's shield, what is it to you? Gah, worst luck in this town!" "The knight wanted help, so I'm giving it to him," Kirvan replied calmly, keeping his eyes on the distance between himself and the thief. "I couldn't care less about what you did or what will happen to you or how grave the 'crime' is, I only care that a man wanted a shield that was once his returned to him. Which I intend to do." Snarling, the man turned his face to the side and spat on the ground. "That's what I think of those armored vagiks and what they want. Besides, I recognize your blue eyes and blown blond hair, you're one of those sea rats aren't you? Svefra right? You don't even care about who takes what, you take anything you want anyway. What's this got to do with you?" "As I said, I don't give a shyke about what you did or who took what from what," Kirvan replied, narrowing his sea blue eyes at the mention of his people. "All I care about is helping a man who needed it. Honestly, I'd rather get in good with the knights than some thief that's about to be shackled in irons." "Damn you sea rat!" the thief cried, letting out a guttural cry as he rushed forward shield first, hoping to bash Kirvan with it and daze him. He was about the svefra's height, so to aim it at his head the thief had to hold it up high. However, that also blocked his own vision and so he couldn't see what his enemy was doing. Dancing to the side of the charge, Kirvan waited patiently until the fool was right by him and then sent his curved blade for thief's back as he passed. A large gash opened in the criminal's side, and he howled in pain a short tick before turning back, rage in his eyes. Obviously he'd never been injured before, or at least wasn't accustomed to it. It was almost pitiful. Roaring again, he turned around and made a wide swing that basically shouted where it was headed and allowed Kirvan to block easily with his cutlass. The shield was close to the ground and at the moment was only protecting his legs as he swung his dirk repeatedly at the blond man before him. The man seemed to be untrained with using the defense, unable to find a use for it while hacking away at the svefra's weapon, loud clangs echoing throughout the passages of Syliras that could be heard for leagues. The thief pressed forward, and to compensate Kirvan backed up just as fast, keeping the distance between them and ensuring to catch the swings on his blade. That shield, though theoretically giving his enemy the advantage, could actually be used against the fore since he was so unused to the weight on his arm. That it was sagging so close to the ground was clear indication of that. To make sure that his opponent didn't get smart, he rushed forward suddenly and swung a wide easy attack of his own, intending it to be blocked. So it was, but the surprise was clear on the thief's face as he hastily brought up the shield, catching the cutlass on the top of his shield. Surprise turned to anger, and raising his dirk he brought it down in another sweeping gesture, this time vertical, which Kirvan sidestepped and rotated the aisle of fighting. Following through, the thief began another flurry of attacks, each caught by the svefra's weapon. Meanwhile, Kirvan took stock of what he'd just seen. The reaction was slow, it took his enemy a bit longer than expected to notice the swing and raise the shield, which could play well into the svefra's hands. Also, when his weapon banged against the shield, he felt the recoil from it glancing off the metal defense, but he also saw the shield recede slightly, maybe not used to receiving such pressure. Kirvan himself never used a shield before and thus didn't know what it was like, but he knew that most one-handed fighters were used to having their free arms idle. He figured it must be different for those who used shield, who had to pay more attention to what both arms were doing. This man was only using his weapon now, so maybe he wasn't used to two handed fighting. A plan was beginning to form in Kirvan's mind. Since this enemy seemed unaccustomed to using both arms, then chances were that while one was in use the other would be idle, which appeared to be the case thus far. If that was the case, then another attack that would be blocked with the shield could buy Kirvan some time, maybe as much as a few ticks. That was all he would need to find away around this man, who on top of looking inexperienced using both arms also looked inexperienced at fighting as a whole. With that in mind, the svefra waited for an opportunity. One came soon after. Frustrated that this was taking so long and worried that the knights would show up any minute, the thief thrust his arm out to his side in a wide powerful swing that carried a lot of momentum and took a lot of effort. Meeting that swing with some counter-momentum of his own, the svefra clashed his cutlass against the dirk and brought the conflict to a very brief pause. Then he raised his sword high as if bringing it down on the thief, beginning a swing that was aiming for his head or shoulders. It was slower than it would of been had that been his intent however, giving his enemy time to raise the shield over his face. Already Kirvan was skirted to the side around his enemy, slapping the shield with his blade instead of striking at it, already mostly out of the thief's field of vision. As soon as he felt the sword connect, the thief was dropping his shield, ready to strike back. Bewilderment flooded his mind instead as the first thing he saw was naught but a crowd of interested yet fearful city folk. A tick later, he realized what had happened, but a tick was too late. Even as he was turning to face Kirvan, the svefra had brought down his cutlass on the offender's leg, the sharp steel blade cutting to the bone easily with the powerful downward swing. An immense howl of pain rushed forward from the thief's lips as he sunk to his knees, pain flooding his mind as he dropped to the ground, bracing himself against the stone floor with his hands, weapon still in one. Then a shoe stomped itself on his dagger hand, causing him to gasp in shock and pain - which felt only minor compared to his leg - and let go of the weapon, which the shoe kicked away. There was no way out now. He was beaten. Kirvan slipped his cutlass back into its leather sheath, its work done. If the man were an offender of Laviku, he would've already lopped the vagik's head off. However, as far as Kirvan could tell, this man had committed no particular crimes against the Sea Father, and so no righteous zeal was screaming for justice. Just a favor for a man who asked. Reaching down to the thief, he grabbed the arm that had the shield and began pulling it off, uncaring of how rough he was with what was attached. The thief must have been a sore loser, for as soon as the svefra began pulling the criminal was on him, his teeth sinking into Kirvan's arm in a vicious bite. "Gah!" he shouted, releasing his grip on the arm and grabbing the thief's head with his free hand. He yanked on the man's hair, and his jaw loosed as he yelped, followed by a hateful glare. A trickle of blood had began to leak from one point on the svefra's arm, which he inspected. Just a small tear from the bite, didn't seem to serious unless he had some disease. "That was low," Kirvan stated, frowning. "It's over now, you lost. Now give me the shield so I can leave." Snarling, the thief looked up with absolute spite in his eyes. "Damn you to the void, sea rat," he spat. "I would have gotten away with this if it hadn't been for your petching honor. I would have gotten away! But you had to meddle, didn't you pirate scum?!" Suddenly, Kirvan got real close to the other man's face. "Watch what you say," he growled. "Hold!" came a breathless shout from one of the connecting passageways. Both the svefra and the thief turned to see a knight in pieces of heavy armor jog up, panting slightly from the run. Kirvan would be too if he were wearing a dinner bowl on his head and plates on his pants. He must have heard the clashing of metal from farther away. Just as he moved to speak, he caught sight of a familiar woman coming up beside him, who looked to be in better shape. Smiling, he nodded his thanks to Alessa, her pretty eyes quickly taking in the scene. ControlFeel free to control the knights reaction to what he sees and write how he handles it, I'll just react.

[Kyra]

Kyra raced off, moving away from the indoor market area as fast as possible. If she were lucky, the man hadn't noticed the squire, and by the time he found someone to tell, she'd be long gone. The kelvic continued to run, leading the way for the armored squire to follow. She was surprised at his speed, he was doing well to keep up with her even if he lagged behind a bit. "How can you be sure that you found what I'm searching for? " He asked while turning his head enough so that he could look at her and still easily see ahead of where he raced. "And how did you find it so quickly just after I asked you about it?"

Kyra continued her pace, not bothering to look back at him as she spoke. Her focus was on getting away from the market, and to a lesser extent, to find the tall blonde that had journeyed into the city with her. "It's possible it was a shield, though..it's possible that it wasn't." she finished with a quizzical tone.

"What do you mean? Was it a shield, or wasn't it?" he asked in a rather irritated tone. Kyra glanced back at him, her features unmoving, as she quickly made a sharp turn and darted down another passage way. She hadn't been around Kirvan for very long, but she could somewhat recall his scent. It lingered through the different passage ways, though barely and she realized that she had to hurry before she lost it completely. The squire turned into behind her, cursing as he almost slammed into the wall from the sudden sharp turn. "You could have warned me that you were going to turn!" he yelled.

Kyra huffed and carried on, the man behind her was testing her patience. She didn't care about helping him find his shield, or if he got lost some where behind her.

The truth was she couldn't be sure if it was his shield, or a shield at all. His constant questioning was distracting, and taking her attention away from finding the man she was attempting to lead him too. "He had it covered in a blanket, I couldn't see it clearly but it must be what you're looking for." The squire fell silent then, working over what the girl had told him in his mind. It wasn't likely that other squires had made the same mistake that he had. "I didn't catch your name?" he said as he moved faster to keep pace with her.

"You didn't catch it, because I did not give it." she replied simply as she made another quick turn onto another passageway. The squire couldn't help but to notice, how the lean girl shifted and turned easily through the clutter in the streets. Her movements were somewhat super human in a way, and also reminded him of the big cats in the wilds. She was an interesting girl to be sure, but the only thing he cared about at the moment was finding his shield, and her attitude did nothing to calm his temper.

Finally Kyra moved onto a street and finding Kirvan at the other end in a face off with the would-be thief. They arrived just as the man bit the tall blonde who was trying to wrestle the shield away. By this time the cloth that once protected it's identity had fall off, and the squire could see that it was his own shield. "They're here..come, quickly." Kyra urged the man who was had just found a renewed strength inside him. "Hold!" he called out just before he and Kyra stepped out of the passageway.

The young kelvic glanced down to the ground where the thief laid, still clutching the shield. Her golden eyes lifted and falling upon Kirvan's wounded arm. The blood that had started to trickle down, wafted into the air and into her nose." Are you alright?" she asked as she stepped a bit closer to him. The squire ignored them both for the moment, his gaze pouring into the man on the ground. "Thought you'd gotten away, aye?" He almost snarled. "Do you take me for a fool!" he yelled as he darted forward and rammed his fist into the man's jaw, and putting him flat on his back.

He circled the downed man, taking a moment to glance up at Kirvan, Kyra and anyone else who was standing about watching. The young squire had been embarrassed by the man, and he looked to pay him back twice even, before tossing him into the tank to await his punishment. "You're not even worth the council's time, I should just end you here and now." he hissed, grappling the man and roughly pulling his shield free. The squire turned away then, looking back to Kirvan and Kyra as if he alone had taken the man down. Kyra didn't speak, instead allowed her full lips to curve upward as she watched the thief right himself and come towards the squire's back.

OOCYup perfect timing.

[Kirvan Deepseeker]

Alessa's concern made Kirvan feel good, and he smiled at his companion. "Just a small wound received from someone who doesn't like losing," he told her, letting his arm hang by his side. It was still a bit warm from the blood leaking from the little puncture, but aside from that he couldn't tell it was there. "I'll be fine, just need to wash it up and I'll be as good as new." The knight was starting to make a big deal about the thief, circling him as if he had just struck him down. Probably the result of an injured pride, the thief had taken something from him and now he wanted a bit of payback, Kirvan could understand. He didn't understand all this showiness though, strutting around like a shiny pigeon and announcing a monologue to the crowd rather than just cuffing him upside the head and dragging him to... wherever knights dragged people they didn't like. The man's armor clanked with every step he took, making a sound not unlike banging pots and pans together. It made for a very comical effect, a severe-looking man making sounds akin to those from a kitchen. Then the thief rose from the ground just as the knight turned to face Alessa and Kirvan, a look on his face with smug satisfaction that made the svefra want to walk away right then and there. Kirvan wasn't the smartest or most knowledgeable person around, but he didn't like the expression on the knight's face right then, and was wondering whether to regret his decision of helping. Giving aid to those who asked was something Kirvan just did, though he should probably have learnt more about the situation before deciding. Oh well, one more thing he didn't think through. He wasn't going to do anything about the vengeful criminal, he'd done his part, but it seemed unfair to not at least warn the knight. "Behind you," Kirvan said simply, watching with amusement as realization dawned on the knight's face just as the thief behind him tackled, the armored man collapsing to the ground with the criminal on top. It was quite obvious that the knight would win this brawl - he was wearing thick metal that would bruise any punches and was likely better trained too - but Kirvan had no inclination to help him any further. The svefra turned to his pretty companion and sighed. "Let's leave," he said. "We have no more business here." For a moment he looked back down at the growing fistfight, the thief pummeling at the knight's face while the latter tried to grab his wrists or arms. Then the armored man threw a punch of his own, the gauntlet connecting with the thief's head and sent the scrawnier man sprawling, and beyond that Kirvan did not care to watch. "Noticed you didn't warn him," he said to Alessa, turning to walk away. "Suppose you have some personal experience with the knights?"

[Kyra]

Kyra glanced to Kirvan's wounded arm again as he confirmed that he was ok. Still the cut was deep enough to cause blood to pour out, and blood always alerted her whenever it was shed. In her short life, she had witness more blood shed, and some by her own hands, and she was always drawn to it. There was something about blood, something that heighten her senses and stole her attention. She could always sense it, smell it wafting in front of her nose. While the kelvic had no urges to drink or attack, she always noticed it.

She sighed, her lips puckering into a pout after Kirvan called out and warned the Knight of the man's surprise attack. Kyra had hoped to see what would happen. The squire had come in after her companion had already fought and won the battle, and started to stroll around as if he had been the conquer. It didn't bother her that the man was arrogant, as she saw it many humans seemed to behave the same. But she was curious if he could handle himself in a fight. The Ravokian army was in a war with the Knights as it were, and they had been said to be strong fighters. She wanted to see...wanted to watch how they fight.

The criminal was already tired, and wounded, having been taken down by Kirvan moments before they arrived. It would have made for a better fight had the criminal been given the chance to handicap the squire before he turned and faced him, which might lead him a better chance to win the fight. Sadly it wasn't to be, the muscular blonde called out and alerted the squire to the man's attack, and he was able to turn around before he was badly injured.

Kyra watched in silence for a few chimes, hoping for something exciting to happen, but once she realized that the squire was going to win, she shrugged and turned to the handsome tall blonde. "Alright." she replied simply, having no reason to stay around either. It was a lost cause now, and even though the criminal attempted to pin the squire down and pound on him, he was soon over thrown and kicked around on the ground before two real knights came onto the scene and dragged them both off.

She turned away then, walking along side Kirvan as they heaed back through way they came. "It's not personal. He's a knight so I just assumed that he could handle himself. He did rather well considering.." Her words trailed off as her thoughts wandered back to when Kirvan had warned the man of the surprise attack. She wasn't angry however, and she'd imagine that a lot of people would have done the same, just as many wouldn't have. It didn't though, the kelvic had gotten what she was after the rest was all for fun. "Are you still hungry?"

[Kirvan Deepseeker]

There was nothing around that he could dab on his wound, and it irked Kirvan having an open wound no matter how small. If he had a strip of cloth he could wrap it up simple, just tie a knot and the like. He noticed tha Alessa was still looking at it, but staring never hurt anyone. It may be a bit odd, but who wasn't in this city? Petch, who in Mizahar wasn't at least a little odd? He walked aimlessly for a bit, before remembering their original intention of finding the Bazaar to eat. So he picked up the pace, keeping is eye open for any obvious signs or a food stand along the way. "Nothing personal huh?" he asked. "It was a weighted fight to begin with. Even if the thief had gotten the jump, the knight was armored and the thief was already weak from his injuries. The result would have been the same. Shyke, I could take care of him at that point, and I don't know a thing about fisticuffs." A shrug accompanied his next statement. "Besides, it just felt wrong to not at least warn the man. Underhanded tactics are all well and useful in a fight, after all you win by any means necessary, but it's disrespectul to laugh at someone get a fist to the face. Not that I care," he grinned. "Did like seeing him get that face punch in." Eyes wide, he looked to Alessa. "I should be asking you that, it was your stomach that was growling like an unsettled sea! Anyway, finding something to eat sounds good, though we should still be making our way to the Bazaar. Do you remember which way that old lady said?" he asked. A tiny trail of blood began to lead down his arm, and Kirvan brought it up to his face to look at it. No pain, nothing particularly dangerous, but the blood was getting on his nerves. "Ah petch," he exclaimed, not bothering to watch his language. "Do you have any bandages Alessa? I'll treat you to dinner, this little leak is just really annoying the shyke out of me."

[Kyra]

"To laugh?" she paused and glanced back over her shoulder. "That Knight seemed to smile a lot, perhaps he enjoys getting punched?" Kyra looked to Kirvan then, before turning around and continuing on. The squire was in all purposes a braggart, and in truth a beat down by a common criminal would have done well to give him humility. But it was done, and Kyra had already lost interest in the armored boy and was trying to recall her steps so that she could make it back the way that she came.

"I..ohh." she replied, remembering that it had been her belly calling for food instead of his. Thinking back further she recalled that he had mentioned having eaten already. "Yes, you are right, that was me." Kyra nodded to him and continued to look around for her original entrance. However, after finding it, she would have to find another place for food. The Bazaar wasn't a place she needed to be in after her threatening actions shortly before she ran into the Knight. "Well...I guess." she said with a long pause.

Then it happened, a way out of her predicament, and reason to go else where. The wound on Kirvan's arm was starting to bother him and it reminded her of something they had spoken of before. The kelvic didn't have any bandages, but she knew that Orion would. He was a doctor as he said, and doctors always had such things laying about or carrying them on their person.

She smiled gently, taking his arm into her hands as she looked over the wound. "It doesn't look very serious, but I think you should have it looked at. Orion could help you, he's a doctor and I'm sure that he has bandages to spare." Turning away from him, Kyra looked around a bit more, lifting a finger to touch at her lips. "Now what direction should we take?" Suddenly her golden eyes widen and a smile grew across her lips.

"I think it's this way..come." she motioned to her companion and hurried off down the street. There were several twists and turning, and even moments when she thought that she had gotten lost again. But she pushed forward still, and finally found the doors that led into the Soothing Waters.

[Kirvan Deepseeker]

"You guess, huh?" Kirvan asked, raising an eyebrow. Something seemed a little off. Alessa had confused her hunger for his, her search and scanning for the corridor they had been walking towards was a little too unenthusiastic, and her stomach no longer seemed to bother her despite it being quite loud before they parted. Had something happened while he was dealing with the thief? It had taken them a while to get there after all, plenty of time to go and do something else between him asking her to get the knight and their actual arrival. While it could be chalked up to slow running, the svefra highly doubted it, as he never knew an enraged knight to run slowly. What Kirvan found most suspicious was that her sudden desire to find the Bazaar had tapered off into something that looked as if she didn't even want to think about anymore, when before it was all she wanted. People didn't just lose interest like that unless they found something else more interesting or had already satisfied their want. She hadn't brought up any alternatives yet, so chances were she'd actually been to the Bazaar since he'd left her to chase the thief. A secret agenda? It wasn't his business really, he just would have appreciated a little honesty. He let Alessa inspect the bite, her gentle fingers a welcome sensation on his arms. That man must have had a mouth like a dog for the hole that had been punctured. It wasn't that bad really, just a tiny trail of blood down his forearm, but it didn't make him look any less suspicious. Being a svefra was bad enough in this city, a bleeding svefra would set off every alarm bell in a knight's head. Well, a lot of them anyway. "I'm sure he does," Kirvan replied, grinning a bit. "I've seen him bandage worse than this." When she turned and asked which way to go, he shrugged. "Haven't the faintest. Don't come in here often enough to know my way around." Fortunately, she seemed to quickly come to a decision and hurried off one of the streets, Kirvan pushing into a jog to keep up. He didn't know how far they'd have to run, and after that fight he didn't want to burn out before meeting Orion. It took a while, and there were a few times when Alessa had to backtrack, which always earned a chuckle from the svefra. Eventually though, he found himself in front of a pair of familiar doors, the Soothing Waters if he remembered the name correctly. Without hesitation, he pushed open one of the doors and gestured. "After you," he said, grinning. Then, as she entered, he followed her in, letting the door close behind them. OOCThat's my last one, you can wrap up if you want or I can just take this to Chev's desk. Orion still hasn't gotten back to me, so we'll have to wait a bit to see.

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Congratulations! You Get Glorious Experience! Kirvan Skill Points Earned Weapon: Cutlass 3 XP Tactics 2 XP Running 1 XP Lore Earned In Pursuit A New Guide Alessa (partial) Being a Helpful Pirate Other Shenanigans:I don't think you overplayed your character in this scenario, as I'm going to assume it was a just a common street thief, who I would doubt would have much experience. So I think you were within your boundaries here. Kyra Skill Points Earned Investigation| 3 XP Intelligence| 2 XP Intimidation| 1 XP Seduction| 1 XP Lore Earned Kirvan (Partial) Guiding Through Syliras Going Undercover Searching for Lemon Man A New Development Other Shenanigans: Nothing here Comments : Nice social thread guys! I enjoyed the read, plus it was nice to see some action get thrown in there and see Kyra go do her investigation stuff. Any questions or concerns, shoot me a PM!