While his young companion went after the hooded one... not himself, this time... he watched for some time; however, suspicious though the man might be, he showed no signs of hostility, so he turned his attention to his larger companion with interest. Although he was not himself short, the other had almost half a foot on him, and as for weight, he wasn't even going to attempt the guess. More curiously, though, he found that while he himself was having a bit of an interesting encounter with the drink, most of the other people seemed to be able to handle it, but this man drank it like water.
Glancing up to his face, he noticed the blue eyes staring appraisingly back at him before looking away. The sneer coming to the man's lip caused him to look away, and when the blow caught him on the shoulder he very nearly toppled from his chair, and reached for his rapier as the man stood. However, he calmed quickly as the man strode over to his companion, realizing the man's strength had turned what might have been intended as a friendly blow into something which would bruise. Grinning ruefully, Tavvru gathered his robe about him, polished off the rest of his ale, and stood, walking over to join them.
"Quiet fellow," he observed, rubbing the shoulder. "Any reason why we would or shouldn't follow him in particular?"
Of souls both lost and undiscovered
Azzan looked at the shorter man wearing a hooded robe. Hearing the mans question, he turned to the man. "Is there?" Not waiting for the answer he left through the door, walking with grace unnatrual for one so large, as he seemed to flow with every movement. He hid ni the dark doorway, watching the man walk steadily away, looking behind himself.
"So much for being drunk anyway..." He looked puzzled, and turned impatiently towards his two companions "What you wating for? A city guard to come and squeeze your cheeks?" Azzan crossed his massive, muscled arms and looked at the two, waiting for an anwser.
"So much for being drunk anyway..." He looked puzzled, and turned impatiently towards his two companions "What you wating for? A city guard to come and squeeze your cheeks?" Azzan crossed his massive, muscled arms and looked at the two, waiting for an anwser.
Ico found himself standing somewhat foolishly by himself as Iato walked away. Azzan and Tavvru seemed to follow him though, the giant had already moved to the door and watched their pale target wander away and so Ico decided to continue. if he had been by himself th eyopung articifer would probably have just left it but something about his two strange companions was very reassuring and so he moved out into the street and mutter to Azzan "so....you think we should follow him? seems kinda suspicious and I'm kinda worried about him to be honest..." with his other hand he motioned back to Tavvru to follow him
Iato by now had developed a headache, alcohol always gave him a headache but frankly he couldn't weigh enough against drinking to quit, keeping his hood up and his eyes down Iato flowed through the crowd like water weaving in and out of individuals like they were stood still.
Stopping, Iato looked over his shoulder, a gnawing feeling in the back of his mind telling him something wasn't right, shrugging off the feeling Iato continued on at a slower pace deciding to take the time to enjoy his surroundings dropping his hood back to let his hair free enjoying the light breeze that flowed over him taking in the sounds of the busy streets people bartering and friends taking the time out to talk about their lives.
Lucky for those who have friends to talk to Was Iato's only thought, he had been alone since childhood and resented those who taunted him for it yet in his own way he was responsible for pushing those who tried away taring them with the same brush as the others.
Stopping, Iato looked over his shoulder, a gnawing feeling in the back of his mind telling him something wasn't right, shrugging off the feeling Iato continued on at a slower pace deciding to take the time to enjoy his surroundings dropping his hood back to let his hair free enjoying the light breeze that flowed over him taking in the sounds of the busy streets people bartering and friends taking the time out to talk about their lives.
Lucky for those who have friends to talk to Was Iato's only thought, he had been alone since childhood and resented those who taunted him for it yet in his own way he was responsible for pushing those who tried away taring them with the same brush as the others.
You will find me where i can't be hurt, where you can't stomp on my dreams.
I will be inside myself, hidden from those screams
I will be inside myself, hidden from those screams
Azzan moved as fast as he could, but Tavvru moved with unimaginable speed down the street, and once again Azzan wondered if his companion was a shifter. The short one followed behind, struggling with his heavy toolbox. All in all this was one of the strangest little bands he had seen recently, they only followed a short distance before stopping at a corner. They could see the man stagger with his hand on his head down the straight avenue. He didn't strike Azzan as much. either a very clever spy, or a very stupid spy.
turning to the shifter, he said; "So what now?"
turning to the shifter, he said; "So what now?"
"A curious question," the man responded, glancing around. In his head, he rehearsed a veritable speech... something along the lines of, I suppose the most expedient thing to do would be to wait and see, but... my friend, here... knows the area somewhat better than I do, having just flown in this morning. What was his acquaintance's name, anyway? "For the time being, I'm inclined to follow him, as he requested, but beyond that, he'd probably be the best person to ask... that, or the drunk." That said, he continued his stride - not so rapid, now that the man was once again in site - as directed, but continued his conversation with his two companions as he did so, bowing to each in turn. "May I inquire whose acquaintances I have made? I am called Tavvru amongst friends." It was, in fact, his name, but the standard greeting given by a corvir didn't allow for the fact that it might not be, so, as suspicious as it might seem, it wasn't in fact an evasion of truth.
