AV 511, 5th day of Spring He had been following the man for a little while now. A strong, well-muscled fellow with blond hair. The man turned around one streetcorner after the other, in the sharp light of the midday sun. Fantol had to walk in a relatively fast pace to keep up with the long legs, in comparison to his own. He squinted his eyes against the blinding rays and covered his brow with his hand. When would this man ever stop? As he mostly got to see the man's back, it was difficult to tell his intention. Whether he was just taking a simple stroll or heading for something, the sorcerer did not know. He would just have to wait for this person (and his heavy coinbag) to take a halt, eventually. |