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Soren · Journeyman Joined: 03 Sep 2009 Posts: 102

The day was going to be nothing but errands. Having been given a list of 15 or so places to stop and 35 things to get at each visit, Soren’s mind was spinning. If nothing else, last night had succeeded in putting the bounce back in her step. The feel of Adrian's arms swinging her into the air, the genuine happiness of seeing her and that beautiful fluster when he lost his ability to speak. Those were the things she was dwelling on now. Not the warning Lady a’Dae had given the night before and not the unmistakable look of disapproval she had gotten when she had come off the transporter singing this morning. She was sure she would hear more about it later from Mistress Tierna, as Bryelle had not stirred from her chambers yet. And Lady a’Dae’s warning would remain tucked inside her soul like a coiled snake. But for now she was in the moment and the moment was a cloudless sky and a heart that had been lifted of its crushing blow the night before. She would think of the consequences later.

Oddly enough the errands Mistress Tierna had her out on involved a stop in Minoc at the local Inn. Homemade cakes and freshly fried eggs welcomed her into the establishment. She had always liked this city and now she had a reason to begin to love it. Gargon, the cook smiled at her as she approached. They had met previously when she had come for cooking supplies.

“Hello!” Soren was enthusiastic in her greeting.

“What can I get for ya t’day miss?”

“8 sacks of flour and 3 jars of Honey please.”

There were many towns that she could have been sent to for those items. Mistress Tierna however preferred Minoc’s cooking items. Gargon was just about to hand over her packages when the noise on the far side of the room got louder.

“I’ll put out my cigar when I am damned well good and ready.” The voice was slightly husky and coming from underneath a thick hooded robe.

“You’ll put it out now!” Ben the Necromancer demanded. By this time a crowd was beginning to gather. More words of Ben trying to tell the stranger what to do and a calm, almost deadly, refusal from the stranger once more. Not wanting to be caught in the middle Soren put her head down, grabbed her packages and made a beeline for the door. Unfortunately that beeline put her directly in the path of that same stranger as he got up from his sitting position. With a thud Soren landed on her backside on the floor.

"What is it about me and the floor!" she thought silently.

Soren · Journeyman Joined: 03 Sep 2009 Posts: 102

Very quietly, without taking his eyes off Ben, the stranger in the hooded robe reached down and hauled Soren to her feet. Since both of their sack pouches had gone flying in the collision, which for Soren was normal, she had to scramble to grab hers. She heard the stranger give a non-committal grunt when she dusted herself off, replaced her pouch in her pockets, grabbed her food products, handed him his pouch politely and headed for the door. Her speed had increased to a dead run when she heard a thud from behind her. She should have kept going. Instead she turned around long enough to see Ben, the apprentice necromancer, laid flat out on the wooden floor.

Too occupied with thoughts of telling Adrian and her other Gypsy friends about what had happened, Soren was halfway home already when she remembered she still had errands to run. She was supposed to stop at the Mage shop in New Haven next. Reaching into her pockets for the pouch she had shoved in less than an hour before, she carefully pulled open the drawstrings. What should have greeted her were 400 gold coins. What she was staring at instead was a dull copper flask and what looked like one little arrow head. “Ow!” Alright, so I shouldn’t have touched it she thought. It was definitely sharp, which surprised her as it had considerable wear on it. It was black and the edges were serrated. Definitely not cheap, she thought to herself. And definitely not hers.

This is not good she thought. When Tierna found out she had lost 400 gold she would hit the roof and if Bryelle’s mood had not improved that could very well mean hitting her as well. It wasn’t so much that she thought Bryelle would do that. It was that she really didn’t know anymore what Bryelle WOULD do. And that was what scared her most. She couldn’t afford the time to go back and try to switch them, that would have met with similar consequences. What in Umbra’s name was she going to do now….