Open Last Preparations to Run Away

[Shannon Greywinter]

She'd looked into the sack containing the last of the items she had purchased from Trigol's Tools and Trade. Inside where a variety of one pound bags of dried things she planned to use as food while she taught herself to hunt and trap. A flint & steel and 5 torches as well in case she needed them.

She tied them onto the pack saddle on her pony she had just bought with the few other items placing everything away as carefully as she could. She felt their eyes on her and she hated it. She turned around and shot a man who'd been leering and commenting an evil glare. It came off more comical with her small frame and natural beauty than the threat intended. The men chuckled to themselves some more before walking away.

Shannon breathed a sigh of relief. She took her horse and pony and began leading them out of the Merchant's Ring and towards the docks planning to make one final stop before leaving this horrible place forever.

[Karu]

Karu was flying peacefully, resting from the sounds of Syliras, when he saw a lot of people gathered around what it looked like a small girl and a small horse in a island inside a lake.

«Ravok. This may be fun, looks like all that people is waiting for something to happen» though Karu while he flew to Ravok docks, where the action seemed to start. As he didnt wanted to be noticed, he keep enougth high to see but also to not be heard.

[Vanari]

OOC :

do we have a day that this thread occurs on? we should have a timestamp

Vanari looked around the docks, peeved. She was supposed to be learning something, anything of the Inverted, but it was growing increasingly futile. Lounging about on the fringes of Ravok's daily hustle and bustle, her amber eyes gleaned over the crowd, the threat of death by boredom growing ever stronger.

"'Ow bout that one?" a ruffian hissed to his friend as he pointed. The other man, equally as rough and dirty looking, merely nodded his head.

Frowning, Vanari followed their gazes to find a short, brown haired girl still in her teens, her pretty face appearing completely oblivious to the unsavory attention she was attracting. She was also holding onto a horse and pony, who were laden with supplies. Whether it was her or her goods the men were after, it was hard to say, but it boded ill fortune nonetheless. Oh Morwen, the Vantha inwardly sighed, this isn't going to be good. Maybe I should do something...

"Martha!" she suddenly shouted, shoving her way past the two surprised men. Vanari sauntered up to the girl as if they'd known each other all their lives and grinned foolishly, patting her on the shoulder rather forwardly. "Been looking all over for you. Let's sit down over there and have a little talk."

She pointed at the bench, steered the girl towards it, and gave the two suspicious men a glare cold enough to sting. They scowled back, but turned and left to find some less conpsicuous prey.

"Oy, girl," she scolded as soon as they reached the bench, the horse and pony calmly in tow. "I may be new, but even I know not to walk around all by myself with enough supplies to taunt even the snobbiest of thieves. Tell me, what's your name, and what are you doing out here by yourself with all this stuff?"