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SHRAVRA the metalsmith
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Slowing down a bit to let Forest catch up and keep pace, Shravra turned to face her as he spoke back to her. "Oh, I don't know. I'll fight whoever I get to fight, But I'd prefer to fight someone with a bit more dexterity than the rest. Much more fun that way.
The crowds had thinned a little so Shravra had been able to walk quickly in a straight line without much hassle so it came as a surprise when he bounced off of a "vision of beauty". Not enough to knock her over but falling over himself. "I'm so sorry......" His jaw had dropped and stayed down while he kept staring. Suddenly his eyes shifted up, then he looked away quickly, his face going bright red. "I'm sorry. I...I... Blushing furiously Shravra stood up and hurried of to the entrance to the arena. Oh, god. She'll kill me if she knew that I just seen her.......there.

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"Just stay close to me. And whatever you do," Aidan's eyes were urgent, "Do not look at her." For right now, this was the only advice she could offer. Using the collision that had just occured as an excuse, she pulled on Haucon's hand, leading him out of the crowd. Laughing a little nervously as she meandered her way lithely between people, the little elf took her eyes off the path in front of her, just long enough to look up and say, "Well, this effectively puts an end to our plans for the day." As she did this, Aidan failed to notice the second dark presence as they passed a young-looking girl who was leaning up against a wall. She considered going to find Moira, but decided that adding another person to the mix, especially one as important to Haucon as his sister would not be a good idea. Leverage was the last thing Aidan wanted the demoness to possess. They cleared the first parts of the crowd easily, and Aidan decided that using the main roads to arrive at her destination would be safest. There were multiple seas of people in each of them, which Aidan navigated with apparent ease. Earlier, had she been on her guard, the little female could easily have avoided being pushed along and tripped, but because she did not enjoy being on constant alert, she had allowed herself to lower most of her defenses. She didn't speak to Haucon, hoping that he would trust her enough to follow her blindly. Aidan seemed to be traveling in the general direction of her shop. Moving fast, she knew the demoness would not be far behind.

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Lenore finally had come up with a rather daring plot to separate the would-be couple involving a “borrowed” sword, an case of mistaken identity, and a few of the competitors in the arena, when the metal smith had the gal of stumbling into her. Until that point, she had been staring at Haucon without blinking, attempting perhaps to make eye contact and cast a charm upon the hapless fool. Unfortunately, this was not to be, as the little elf caught her by surprise and nearly knocked her over.

Lenore shot Shravra a venomous glare that would cause even the stoutest of men to shrink back, noting his elven heritage. He was the second of his kind to tousle her today. There would be much retribution against their race for the indignities she suffered at their hands aujourd'hui. However, there were larger games afoot.

Ignoring the weak, apologetic creature, she wheeled, scanning the crowd for the elf and her rather lovely companion. Disgust quickly spread over her as she discovered the two had made a good run at disappearing. Adding insult to injury, the elf who had caused their escape also had slipped from her grasp. She shrieked in frustration, an all together horrifying sound that carried even over the large crowd’s chatter. Her eyes glowered, a dangerous flame burning just barely in check behind them and scalding all who dared let their eyes wander towards her.

Haucon followed Aidan, somewhat surprised and shocked by her sudden control of the situation. He followed her instruction to not look back at the "woman" as they made their hasty retreat from the fair grounds. He still couldn't quite wrap his head around what was going on, especially the fact that he might be in danger, but he allowed Aidan to pull him along through the crowd. He briefly wondered where they were going.

Something finally stuck in his brain and he dug his heels in. "What about Moira?" He asked. "She's got the horses, and I'm supposed to make sure she gets home safely." he said simply

Haucon nodded still worried and began to walk once more following Aidan. He allowed himself to be led, wondering to himself how this had happened. One moment he was just enjoying the afternoon, the next he felt almost like he was being hunted. "Where are we going?" he finally managed to ask. Maybe he could send a message to Moira and she could meet them wherever it was.

Isabelle The Barbers Daughter
Imagination of the damned





"My name is Isabelle sir, I just moved here today from a neighbouring city to run the salon. I think you should pay a visit,my wash and rinses are quite good if I don't say so myself" She giggled. Isabelle was actually thoroughly bored, she was stuck up in this box, and as it had turned out the view hadn't gotten any better as her 'entertainment' had decided to run away from each other. She had spotted a woman in the audience looking up at her differently from the rest for a second.

Isabelle launched herself at her unleashing all manner of slices and gouges with her razors and fury until she could no longer scream out in pain. She was still breathing and her eyes followed Isabelle where ever she moved, it creeped her out, it wasn't right, but she decided to change that, moving closer, slowly with the dripping clotted razor the corner a mere centimeters from the girls cornea. The popping sound was satisfying when it was closely followed by that last scream of agony as the girl finally gave in to the clutches of death.

Looking back into the real world Isabelle left the pile that was once the girl to melt from her thoughts, also she might as well watch the first rounds of the fights, and judge what the city had to offer in the way of heroes. It was better than doing nothing anyway, and there was always the chance of blood shed.