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- Posted: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 03:28:40 +0000
Miera had been eavesdropping on the blonde man and the strange man with horns. She had been listening in and out of their conversation, but one word in particular caught her attention. Magic. It was something she had very little experience with and didn't particularly understand. But it piqued her curiosity. Of all the things she had done to find her pack that was something that she had never tampered with. Partially because she could never find a true magician, but also because she wasn't entirely sure she could trust one. She began watching the two closely, moving a bit closer to them and away from her corner. She watched as the blonde man stood up and produced a top hat and deck of cards from nowhere. Interesting. Even with Miera's keen eyes she knew it was just a parlour trick but perhaps there was real magic there too. She edged closer, her tankard of honeyed mead grasped in her hands. Another step and she was nearly behind the strange blonde.
"Pardon me but..." she paused, finding the right words, "can you do real magic?" She asked. Instantly she realized her words could be misread as insulting and she quickly tried to recover. "I mean, um. Can you find people. People that have been lost? Not dead of course. But just... gone?" She asked. Uncertainty laced her every word. Not only was she interrupting but she was also asking a perfect stranger for a favour. Not that she wouldn't pay him, or find something that she could give him in return. That is, assuming that he was a true magician. She smiled weakly, rubbing the back of her head and then playing with a strand of her stark-white hair that she so disliked. She scanned his face and his body posture for any body language of hostility. Aside from his disheveled appearance he seemed likeable enough. The other man was quite the opposite. He looked clean and put together, but everything about him oozed abhorrence. And something else, although Miera couldn't quite place it.
ahhh.. hope this is okay?