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The Market Street of Palanthas is world renowned they have everything you could want from elven wine to dwarven weapons.

Trace Coventry was wandering around the market streets looking for some food he could steal. He was wearing a gray robe that went down past his ankles, but stopped short above his feet. His robe was one of the few that had a hood. That hood was currently drawn up around his head, shadows being cast around his face. Trace walked by multiple stalls. He 'accidentally' collided with some woman, landed on a food stall, and grabbed some food. After he grabbed the food, he slid down to the ground and pocketed the stolen items. Without apologizing for the collision, Trace left the area of stalls and headed down the market streets. He heard a child giggling. Curious, he turned and looked at her. He frowned in mock disbelief, due to his lack of emotions. He put a hand in front of the hood opening and muttered a small incantation. The hood opening darkened to any who saw it, but he could still see clearly. He cautiously approached the girl and spoke. "Excuse me but, is that... a dragon?" He was curious in the strange creature perched upon the girls shoulder.

Trace smiled. It was indeed his sister. He crouched down a little next to her ear and whispered, "Jade, it's me, Trace. We need to talk. Follow me so I can show my face." Trace hoped she believed him and walked into a secluded alleyway. He had set up a base recon camp there. He was under orders to find his sister and bring her in but he would never do it. He couldn't do it. He pulled the raw meat from his pocket, set it on a wooden table and used a basic fire spell on it to cook it. When the meat was done, he put out the fire and broke it off into small chunks. He then thought back to about a month ago. Trace and his father was carrying home a full grown woman. She was unconscious. His father refused to tell him who she was. They laid her on a bed and left for the den. There Trace meditated until she entered the room. She began speaking but his father cut her off and told her to leave. Trace hated his father for that. He then knew who she was. He watched her leave with sorrow in the pit of his stomach. Trace rose his hand to the shroud covering his face and removed the spell that made it.

Trace knew all of what she was saying was true. "I know this Jade. I left our family. Father was a fool. The Thorn Sect wants me to bring you in but I won't. I can't. I will protect you." Trace picked up a small chunk of meat and tossed it in his mouth. He chewed it thoughtfully and looked around. He didn't like the place much. He could bring his sister to his own plane and talk to her there but it's difficult to cast that spell. He could train her in magic that she had missed out on. He was one rank above her at magic. He sighed. "What happened after you left? Where did you go?"

Trace was already braced for her wrath that did not come. She had contained her anger and spoke of her travels. He nodded at her explanation. She needed to prove and redeem herself. Trace understood the feeling. He lowered the hood of the robes and sat down in a chair. He looked at his sister and said, "I will not take you back. I wish to aid you on your quest. Maybe train you in what our father did not. We need to avoid the Takimit guards though. The Knights of Thorn has the entire guard after you. They're afraid you'll leak the secrets we've been taught as Gray Robes."

Trace frown deepened as he heard his sister speak. "As I told you before, the Thorn Sect are afraid of leaks. Loose ends and all." He listened to her without really hearing her. He wouldn't leave the Knights of Takamit because He needed to learn more magic and teach his sister. "Why am I doing this? Hmm... I believe that I am doing this because once I became like you, I lost all emotion except my protective drive. I need to protect you. And as for trouble, I have already made it so that we can't be followed magically or otherwise. Eavesdroppers will hear idle chatter between a man and a young girl. We're safe. Now, I need to go and check in with a higher up. They might get suspicious if I don't check in soon."

*~Poe~*

Poe landed in the center of Market street and placed Claudia down noticing her blushing once again. Still uncertain of why, he was a little concerned. The people staring at them not making him feel better. "Are...you ok? Is it my...flying that makes your face red?" He was a little worn out himself. The flight from Vallenwood Village to Palanthas wasn't exactly short, plus this was actually the farthest he had ever been from his village. "Um...this might seem a little odd to ask, but do you know your way around here? I only knew...the way here I've never actually been...my friend Carmon says this place...is a great area to get information..." He was panting and his wings where getting a little stiff.

*~Poe~*

Poe was relieved that Cludia was fine, but was against here leaving on her own and was about to protest, but she left before he could open his mouth again. He sighed and with a brief weak smile folded his wings and looked for a place to rest, and maybe "aquire" a new sword like the one he lost. First he examined the people passing him by. Unfortunately none of them had a sword similar to his. Then he looked at some of the stands not to close, but as a casual observer. He noticed one that looked exactly like his, but it was surrounded by people. Also adding the fact he was waiting for Claudia to return hecould only stare at the blade because if he ran after taking it she might get lost trying to find him and he would feel horrible about that. Poe let out a sigh and mumbbled to himself. "Damn Sorcerer..."