Alassë - The Blind Pig
Nuln was a bleeding scab that could never fully heal due to the constant picking of disease and decay. The elf waded swiftly through the marketplace, passing crowds of merchants, farmers, peasants, guards and the ominous piles of bodies as she darted towards the entrance of The Blind Pig. She had just managed to pick her way through the contents of a merchant’s trunk, which had been left unguarded for but a few minutes. She grinned as she disappeared within the waves of people (Most likely leaving the Merchant angry and bewildered).
In the blink of an eye she had made it past the threshold. As she entered she was welcomed with the loud, boisterous atmosphere that you would expect from a shantytown pub. Her short hooded form seemed to glided softly across the floor, adding not a sound to the already noisy pub. As she past the many jolly patrons her golden eyes flickered upon them beneath her veil-like locks. She raised a curious eyebrow as she past the group of dwarves, who seemed to have been regaled by the tale of a red haired, pick axe wielding strumpet (Though Alassë reckoned it was probably the second round of ale that had sparked their spirits more than the boasting). She frowned slightly at the sight of the filthy looking, blood covered wench, who had just joined the dwarves at their table. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at the towering Ogre. Most Ogres’ around these parts were Mercenaries. She wondered what its story was. Alassë finished surveying the contents of the Blind Pig and stopped beside an empty booth, sat down and rested her bow beside her. She kept her hands hidden beneath her cloak as she held the bag of items she had recently stolen from the Coach. “Waiting on you, Fzoul...”
she muttered with a sigh as a barmaid came to take her order.“I’ll have two Ales, please”
she said as she kept her head down. As soon as the barmaid left she began to ponder the uses Fzoul could have for the items within the bag. She didn’t know much about him, but she knew he was at least the most trustworthy person she had met since her friend died. People were dropping like flies and business was slow now that she was alone. Fzoul had needed her services and possibility a partnership of sorts could be formed from this venture. The idea of thieving on a grander scale, without the constant worry of being caught kept Alassë’s spirit up. She wondered what tricks the vagabond had up his sleeves and whether he’d reveal any. She sighed once more and brushed her veil of hair away from her eyes so she could check to see if her friend had arrived yet.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6YJ05t5 ... re=related