Natalie sensed someone had been watching her as she shopped. She turned her head slightly to see a woman wearing a cloak over her head. Natalie smirked at the woman's foolishness. "No one messes with a witch!" Natalie said under her breath.
Fimdria stopped a second, unsure if the girl she was following saw her or not. Shurgging it off as being overly-cautious, she continued to follow her, waiting for her to stop somewhere to get out of the crowd, which would make it easier for her to pull of the pickpocketing.
Maedoc stumbled upon a town near morning. He was hoping to sell a few of his skins, or trade them for mead and flour. He would like to get a dagger or sword somehow, his bone and rock spear heads only lasted for so long. People generally avoided him, and Maedoc guessed he didn't blame them. He snapped his jaws at a townsperson who got too close and cackled at their reaction.
Heror went back to retrieve his sword and turned around to walk further, when he accidentally bumped into someone who looked like a trapper. He didn't want to tick off anyone, but this guy looked sort of like a powder keg waiting to blow.
((Hey I'm gonna be gone for a while :/ you guys can pp Heror if you have to))
Natalie spotted a man selling skins. "Excuse me sir! I would like to buy five of your best skins" She said to the boy. "I haven't anything to trade. But will my coin be enough?"
Alanna found herself on top of an old barrel that morning doing her favorite thing whatching people be stupid. Taking a bite from her apple she sighed and lept down from her perch. Walking towards the thatchers house. So sh wouldn't be late for work yet again.
Sasha had run, without planning ahead. Strategy, was not exactly her strong point. Now here she was, right in the middle of the market of a strange town. Her hair was tangled and her face was smudged with dirt, but Sasha had nowhere to wash.
Maedoc snapped at the boy who bumped into him. He wasn't stupid however, and knew his spears and knives were no match for an iron weapon. It wouldn't be wise to start a fight in the middle of town anyways, people had a nasty habit of getting involved. A woman asked to buy some skins, and Maedoc dragged his gaze from the boy with the sword and looked up. She was beautiful, but there was no mistaking that chill of magic. If Maedoc had learned anything, it was to be weary of magic practitioners. She could easily just be a healer, but she could also be a necromancer or something much more sinister. "I have fox, mink, and rabbit, ma'am." He said stiffly.
Fimdria heard the word "coin" leave her target's mouth very clearly, only strengthening her grip on her chosen prey. But she had seen how the trapper had attracted attention, best not to do so to herself by getting involved. She decided to pursue this girl with more patiene, now knowing that she had money on her.
((sorry my characters not actually doing anything :S))
Natalie smiled at the man. "I would like three of each. And I don't suppose you would like to make some extra coin, would you?" She asked with another irresistible smile.
Maedoc stared at the woman as he sorted out the skins and bundled them together. He looked around to make sure no one was listening in before he spoke again. "I don't mess with magic, as a general rule." He told her, pressing the bundle of furs into her hands. "It would have to be a pretty hefty sum for me to change my mind."
"All I would like you to do is shake off my pursuer so I won't have to use magic. I'll give you 100 pieces of coin extra if you can do me that little favor. Maybe even enough for a new sword or dagger." Natalie chuckled opening her coin pouch to pay the boy.
Fimdria knew she may not be the brightest of the alley rats, but she distinctly heard the words "magic" and "pursuer", and that was more than enough to shake her grip on the girl. The man selling skins seemed to be eyeing her now, and the girl began opening her coin pouch, definitely not a good sign. She quickly turned around, trying to work her way back into the faceless crowd.
Maedoc grinned as the street urchin took off. "There goes your problem." He said. "That'll be about twelve gold." He said. Maedoc tended to avoid witches, but this lady seemed fair enough. Not the type to turn someone into a toad for her own amusement at least. He wondered where all the money came from however, as even healers didn't make that much. Now that he thought about it, a witch with gold wasn't a good sign. He wanted to get this deal over with as soon as possible.
"Here. Keep the change." Said Natalie handing the boy his pay. Natalie then took off into the streets of wondering townsfolk.
A group of three kept catching Heror's eye. The trapper, and two others: one was for sure a girl, but he couldn't be positive about the other. He felt a strong sense of magic. He'd traveled a lot, and he'd often have to take out necromancers on his paid journeys, and he was positive that the girl was involved with that kind of magic somehow. He started to eye her curiously rather than suspiciously, but tried not to look suspicious.
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As Natalie quickly made her way through the crowd she noticed a man staring at her. "He must know what I am." She thought. She focused her eyes on the man and casted a blockage spell that could temporary block humans from sensing her magical aura.