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A look back at Ko'Naar and she also let out a sigh. "I'm never ready, you know that." Or rather he wouldn't, he wasn't the subject of obsession around here. So glad she had him. Her best friend, always there. She knew she could count on him. But then another sigh. "I hate that plan too." Under the cloak, her ears took on a more aggressive position.

Without peering eyes of the village, Tyler allowed himself a look back at her, as he was leadin at least two steps in front of her. "I know and I'm sorry Cara, but it's the only way to not draw attention to ourselves. We'll be in Fe'Laar soon enough."

"Not soon enough for my tastes." An inherited snort through her nose as well as a show of inherited stubborness.

Sh'Kaar...better than the other, but still not comfortable, even with Tyler around. Her eyes looked around as his did, noting the changes in his steps and their direction. Faintly, her keen hearing could pick of whispers of several people. They were talking about several myths currently circulating...her's was mentioned among the murmers. She had to cringe a little, hre hand tighening on Tyler's. "Walk faster..."

He didn't look back at her, gritting his teeth to keep the movement of his lips from talking less obvious. "I can't, it'll draw attention." He knew why she wanted to go faster, whispers were common here, and night was falling. Cara was under the "night stories". "Just ignore them Cara..."

"Easy for you to say." Then she bit her lip. "I"m sorry...I didn't mean it..." Also inherited tend to be irrational temper. She hated it when seh snapped at him. He was only trying to help after all.

Tyler knew why she was irritated and he really couldn't blame her. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and cursed. "Dammit." Drawing her up against his side he said, "I'm sorry Cara. It looks like you're going to have to play it off."

"Not yet I don't. Maybe they won't come over here."

"Wishful thinking. Here they come." He tightened his arm around her and watched as a few of the guys drained their drinks and started across the street. He looked around quickly and finally said, "Forget this. I'm not waiting till we find a bed. Come on honey. I paid for you so I get to enjoy you."

She cringed inside the cloak and waited for the ineveitable. Gently but with a great show of force she was shoved against the wall of an alley. Her cheeks burning she waited until Tyler lowered his head and then her ears flattened. "Dont' take too long...."

He hated doing this but he had to make a show out of it. So he moved his hands against her, pushing her further into the wall and leaned his weight on her, effectively looking like she could not move. "Alright honey, show me what I'm paying for." Inside every lesson his mother had pounded into his head about how to treat women came back to him and he cringed at the way he was forced to treat her. Under the pretense of sucking on her neck, he looked through a small hole and cursed savagely. "Stupid drunks. Cara we're going to have to be a bit more convincing than this..."

This was rich. he'd laugh if it had been someone he wasn't interested in meeting. the toothy drunk..well..he found himself on the reciving end of a chain wrapped fist.

"Mind your manners next time. besides. you don't ask to share..you take your share."

He knew where they were going though. they obviously weren't what they appeared..as they passed a building that woudl have easily served that purpose..so he moved through the alleys that he knew, and woudl be waiting at the exit for them.

"I do hope they put on a better show for me than they did for them."

and he waited, idly cleaning his fingernails, keeping one of his black eyes on the road.

He loved it. what good performances..and he let them pass by, and after awhile, followed. looks like they were heading back to the place that was the real home for most of thier ilk..which further intrigued him. the boy was nothing special. that means the girl was the one. which also explained hiding her under that cloak. he whistled to tune 'time is on my side' as he walked, trailing the other two. he'd catch them both at home sweet home.

Richard walked through the temple, dedicated to his lord, his god. He proudly wore the robes of the priest, his flock and congregation would be gathering soon. the words of devil worshipper fell on deaf ears, and he looked over teh offerings they had left, and smiled.

He was older, his hair starting to turn grey, but his brown eyes were still powerful, charismatic. the wine was gone, half the food..and a fair portion of the money. Obviously not the work of a thief, as they woudl not have left any coin, so it must be that his lord had taken some, but in his greatness left behind much for his faithful.

He lit the incense burners, and the torches. his god was akin to fire, a giver and taker of life. It was through his protection they thrived, but should he turn his back to them nothing coudl stand to the Lord of Battle. he coudl crush them underfoot with little effort.

"Lord of Battle, Master of Arms...Protector of the Strong, Defender to the weak..Bringer of Wrath to the deserving..hear the prayers of your servant. come to us, and show your faithful that you still watch us, that you still hold the darkness of the world at bay, amen."

And he began to clean of the statues, the images of Janus in various armors and weapons. they still had not found the most sacred of weapons, the blades of choas thier god had lost and wanted recovered. it was akin to thier holy grail, the belief that once found, they woudl be raised to greatness. the blasphemous horde woudl learn the price of scoffing at thier lord, when he came upon them with vengance.

Richard opened the doors to his temple, and many came in, others watching a girl walk into town. he looked at her as well, for a moment, before shaking his head lightly, and moving to get those that were staring into the temple for prayer and offerings. then another thought. if these stared so much at her..getting her to come to teh temple might increase his following. so he moved toward her, casually, in a bit reserved but friendly manner.

"Hello, young woman..you are new here, and I feel I should introduce myself. I am Richard, Priest to the God of War. Perhaps you'd like to parch your throat, or take a load off your weary feet inside our temple for a few moments?"