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Maerye reached out her hand, as if not quite sure where the woman was, though knowing her general direction. Eventually her hand brushed up against fabric and she clung to it. "Thank you, ma'am," she said respectfully, still keeping her vision to the ground. "And thank you for the offer, Alicia, but I am content simply with your help. I am Acolyte Maerye Llantrisant, and you ought to be more careful about stealing from Elves. It may get you into trouble in the future."

She smiled to herself, careful to keep close. She truly would get lost if she didn't. There was no way for her to search through the crowds for the girl.

"Ma'am?" Alicia laughed. "I don't look that old! At least, I hope I don't. I'm sixteen years...." That's when the rest of what Acolyte Maery said caught up to her. She would have liked to stop and turn on her accuser, but when you're in the crowds of the marketplace, if you don't move, you get trampled.

Instead, she just furrowed her brow. "What do you mean, 'stealing from Elves?' You can't have known if I stole anything! I am appalled and affronted that anyone would suggest such a thing! And an Acolyte especially! Oh, it gets me mad when people accuse me of stealing. Most of the time, it wasn't me what stole their things. Not to mention that I earn my living the same as any of the other people in the lower city: hard work. I'm an honest worker, just trying to earn my way!"

By that time, they were at the other edge of the crowd, and the Healer's Stall was just a little away. Not many people were here because there were more benches. Now, Alicia turned on Acolyte Maery. "You should be ashamed. An Acolyte accusing me of something she can't have known. What is the world coming to?"

Besides, that wasn't even a full-Elf. The ears weren't long enough.

"The... prophecy? What prophecy?" Alicia was curious despite herself. Mama had always told her that the future was a scary thing to mess with. She said that every decision you made affected the future enough; you didn't need someone going around knowing something was going to happen and mess it up by trying to make different decisions.

Recalling what else Acolyte Maery had said, Alicia discerned that she was blind. Well, it would certainly explain why she's holding on to my sleeve so tightly. "Um... do you want to sit down or something? Possibly explain what this prophecy is all about since you hinted that it concerns me? There are benches right over there."

Vince sighed. Three sales and he was already bored, nearly to tears. Well, he could always say it was a slow day. He began to put the objects back into the cabnet at the bottom of the stall, putting the chair in last and dropping the money in a bag in his pocket. He closed the doors and hit the stall on the counter, which caused the locks to fall into place. He took another bite of the apple before flinging the core into a nearby trashcan. "Well, that was compleatly boring. Why cant something interesting ever happen around here? It's so dull......"

Vince picked a nearby bench, between two different shops with signs of weird looking hats and staffs, to sit on. He yawned slightly, and begain to do a check of the surrounding area, like he always did before he went to sleep on a bench. He was slightly suprised to see the girl and the other person sitting on a bench near the magic shops. The person was staring at the girl as though they were appraising a gem. Odd, since the eyes seemed to be slightly out of focus. Could that person see at all? Or were they compleatly blind? Well, he was asking for something interesting to happen.

"My hand is twitching," she said, nodding, looking back at the ground, as if that answered everything, about her health, about the Healer, about what they had been talking about before.

She let herself be led, though she dragged her feet just enough to let herself control the pace as the walked. "You know, you're not the only one here who is entwined in all this. No, you're not. Ah, I see other outcasts in our midst."

Of course she couldn't see them. But then again, she was a blind girl who had visions. If that wasn't paradoxical in itself.

Maerye suddenly peeled her eyes from the Healter's Stall, as if she had heard something that disturbed her. "Oh, reader and scribe, you too must face what harsh times come before us," she said in a soft melodic voice, starting to weave through the crowd in a careful direction, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. "Do not fear the sword or the staff, for sometimes, what you read in a book, can overwhelm the spirits inside of you."

She kept her path, and paused suddenly before Vince, raising her glossed over eyes to study him, though it wasn't his physical features she was studying, nor was it truly her studying him. The boyish figure that stood before him wasn't truly acting on her own accord; of couse she wouldn't even have been able, even with her powers of deduction and the feelings she got around people, to pinpoint him in this busy crowd.

"Oh, the demons are never assuaged, are they?" she asked, her voice deeper than normal, running her blank eyes over his form. "Perhaps one who knows so little about his father could learn more, if he continued on his path to destiny."

Lindelea walked into the town’s main market place looking for a good place to trade. She had a deer strapped to her back with rope, she had gotten sick of deer, but it was the only thing worth catching that would sell well in the market, and she needed the money badly. “Excuse me,” Lindelea asked a person near her, “Would you be so kind as to direct me to a main trading place?” She asked looking about for any signs, she had never been to this market before… strange though, it looked exactly like any other market place in any other town.