Shadar
07-11-07, 10:44 AM
I hate this place...
I could overpower your illusions. You'll really hate it, then.
Shadar leaned against the cool wall at the alley's mouth, a grimace on his face at the prospect of his mind's other occupant carrying through on the threat. Today, he looked like a minor noble, and a bland one at that. His face and hair were so normal as to register as gray to anyone giving a casual glance, and his skin was wrinkled and blemished just enough to show signs of age. Though regally cut, his clothes were a drab blue to match. He looked to be the kind of man people stayed away from to avoid a frivolous assault charge and didn't give a second thought to once he passed. Hopefully, it would work.
"Can we go?" asked Brigitte. She had been waiting next to him, guised as an equally dull noblewoman. Her face was aged to match his, but there were some rather noticeable aspects of her that were hard to hide. Surely, a few men would think she was aging well, and a few women would suspect a padded corset. There was no helping it.
"Yeah. Sooner, the better," Shadar agreed as he walked out into the crowd with her just an inch behind his shoulder. He could feel it strongly here, the energy of the crowd. It was as if he were being pushed along helplessly in a river, though a disarrayed one. No single flow of water would associate with another, leaving the flowing mass of spirits a heavy knotted rope instead of a smooth stream. With every passing minute, it seemed to grow tighter around them. With Brigitte pressing against his shoulder urgently, he spotted a shop that would do for their purposes.
Inside, the heat of a smithy replaced the press of the crowds. Both of them immediately relaxed, though not to the point of complacency. Brigitte regained her fierce confidence that allowed her to walk at his shoulder without appearing in need, and he regained his aloofness that nothing would bother them. They approached the counter, their confidence adding a burst of character to the illusions. Bartering always went well when it was clear you wouldn't stand to be conned.
I could overpower your illusions. You'll really hate it, then.
Shadar leaned against the cool wall at the alley's mouth, a grimace on his face at the prospect of his mind's other occupant carrying through on the threat. Today, he looked like a minor noble, and a bland one at that. His face and hair were so normal as to register as gray to anyone giving a casual glance, and his skin was wrinkled and blemished just enough to show signs of age. Though regally cut, his clothes were a drab blue to match. He looked to be the kind of man people stayed away from to avoid a frivolous assault charge and didn't give a second thought to once he passed. Hopefully, it would work.
"Can we go?" asked Brigitte. She had been waiting next to him, guised as an equally dull noblewoman. Her face was aged to match his, but there were some rather noticeable aspects of her that were hard to hide. Surely, a few men would think she was aging well, and a few women would suspect a padded corset. There was no helping it.
"Yeah. Sooner, the better," Shadar agreed as he walked out into the crowd with her just an inch behind his shoulder. He could feel it strongly here, the energy of the crowd. It was as if he were being pushed along helplessly in a river, though a disarrayed one. No single flow of water would associate with another, leaving the flowing mass of spirits a heavy knotted rope instead of a smooth stream. With every passing minute, it seemed to grow tighter around them. With Brigitte pressing against his shoulder urgently, he spotted a shop that would do for their purposes.
Inside, the heat of a smithy replaced the press of the crowds. Both of them immediately relaxed, though not to the point of complacency. Brigitte regained her fierce confidence that allowed her to walk at his shoulder without appearing in need, and he regained his aloofness that nothing would bother them. They approached the counter, their confidence adding a burst of character to the illusions. Bartering always went well when it was clear you wouldn't stand to be conned.