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Originally posted by Elif Godson:
Damn he thoght to himself, yet another safe house destroyed
by a pissed off wizard. What gives them the right to do that.
No matter what town I go to it alway's seems to happen. This
proffession must be the wrong one for me, bad thing's seem
to alway's happen. From now on I'll just sell out my fighting
services. Yeah that's the ticket I'll be a caravan gaurd.
That cant be much worse than second story proffesion.
Less fear of reprocussions that way. Hmm now let's see where do
I go from here. The central market, I'll go get some info and a few
purses whilst I'm there.....
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the elusive rogue stuck to the side roads leading to the vast market place. his hand skillfully and eclectically picked the random pocket, his skill being such that he was virtually unnoticed. as he entered the marketplace, the smells of incense, spices, animals (both alive and cooked), and other exotic items of trade flooded his senses. it was at this moment that he felt a hand on his shoulder. with quick instinct he spun around, brandishing a small, lethal dagger that a moment before was nowhere to be seen.
the figure behind him, jumped back in immediate reproach, and her hand darted into the folds of her robes where a crucial spell component was hidden. for a few moments the rogue man and the sorceress regarded each other with great suspicion, until she finally spoke to him.......
(someone take it from there)