Andoryll

‘surely you jest?’ tien asked, the befuddlement clear in his voice, though masked with the same sweet smile he had always worn. ‘THAT price for a wyvern’s fang? you can do better than that, yes?’

soliciting was prohibited in the silver maiden pub, but it was the most condensed place in margrande, filled with loads of prospective clients willing to pay a higher price than those in the market street and some are just foolish enough to eat up his lies. he was a good liar, wasn’t he, but he had to be, in order to survive and he was left without parents to coddle and protect him from such a young age.

It was then that a pull at his sleeve brought him to a stop. He looked from the hand that held it, to the owner’s face, and finally the worried look of the man across form the first. 

“Everyone here becomes ridiculous, at some point,” Haneul said while also waiting to be let go. The once potential client shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he recognized the renowned Knight’s uniform. A chair suddenly appeared for Haneul and before he’d thought to walk away, as he had meant to, he was already seated by the young man that had taken hold of his sleeve. 

“Uh, a wyvern’s fang?” he commented, “fascinating.” His tone said otherwise. 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : open !!

     her old habits were hard to shake , wren thought as she slipped in deft fingers into the pocket of an unsuspecting market goer.   the stranger walked on through the market , unaware that their silver timepiece had been lifted from their person.   she began to examine it once out of view of the original owner — had to be worth something, she thought before pocketing it herself. 

     surprise took her , however, when a voice boomed across the market.   wren spun on her heels in time to see her victim red faced and furious as they spat out threats to whoever took their time piece. that was her cue to GO.   she quickly moved to put distance between herself and the stranger , dashing down alleys and twisted streets that were , after a decade of stealing and sneaking through illium , all too familiar to her.  

     wren finally took a moment to breathe a few blocks away from market street — she had been journeying in nonsensical patterns in case the timepiece owner had spotted her retreat.   unfortunately for her , guardsmen with the person leading them turned the corner and wren , with no other exit to be found , was forced to sit at a restaurant’s outdoor table — opposite someone she didn’t have a chance to examine. 

“I have been told I am very bad at playing along,” Haneul confessed, leaning slightly to one side of his chair as if the thought of acting suddenly weighted heavy. “But I have also been told not to refuse quality drink,” he hinted, wondering if she could afford it. 

The guardsmen drew closer making more ruckus than they needed to. Haneul knew there was purpose to their noise level, but that did not stop it from grating on him. “I used to be good at following orders,” he mused, taking another sip from his half empty cup, “I am out of practice Lady Thief. What to do?”