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OOC>>>Ai! My prey has escaped me! OK...drastic measure. I will have to compensate for this. Skye...I am sure your character can work with this...
Markul
"I say...Might we talk? Lady? Er...Hello? The one walking away from me? Stop!"
People began to look at him, as he was walking behind the person who was either ignoring him or maybe not realizing he/she was being addressed. Either way, Markul was a bit embarrassed to have the crowd gawking at him, and maybe the person just really did not want to talk with him. He did not know. What he did know was that his two ladies were making a getaway, and he had to try and catch up. He followed them at an extreme distance, because he did not want the Easterner to catch him again. She was already numb to this disguise. So when he found the right moment, as the girls were returning to the tavern called the One Eyed Wolf, he ran behind a wagon that had been parked nearby and turned himself into a dwarf. Now he definately needed food. He entered the tavern and chose a table within earshot of the two females and ordered his meal. It was a large order...maybe even too much to expect from a dwarf. He hoped that none of the owners of this establishment were noticing a pattern. He rarely hit upon the same tavern so many times in one day...but these two he was tailing had really got him worked up.
Now, the strange one that had the blind eye...she...she? was another rare type. He hoped to meet her again...but he had already assigned himself to the task of these two, first. How could he prove to these two that he was a worthy companion to have on an expedition? Eh? And how was he going to find out what's under that hood? He had begun to think Wild Elf, or Green Elf, or Wood Elf...whatever they are called in this part of the land. Could be. We'll see.
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