Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2023 0:48:18 GMT -5
[ For @kester ]
It was Bowen's job to know everyone that moved in and out of Elyusian. Not just the important people, but those who were different. Sure, Arynnites might travel through the three main cities from time to time but in much rarer cases, refugees as well.
So he'd been very aware when a man joined by a strangely sentient ram had entered the city. He made short work of finding out the Dresmondi's reason for leaving his caravan by the border to travel all the way up to the capital city of the kingdom, and it was nothing sinister at all. Occasionally there was work to be done that the refugees specialized in, and there was no need to worry over a single carpenter replacing a rickety old roof. If anything, it was surprising that he hadn't come to meet with Kezia. Of course, she'd eventually to go to the border to rally the rest of her people. She just seemed to have gotten distracted by a Prince.
Kezia and the carpenter were mere coincidence. However, a third Dresmondi entering the city was a pattern, and Bowen found patterns to be delightful. So as soon as he was made aware of her he just had to seek her out. As he turned the corner he'd been alerted to, he caught sight of one of his men. The man, some yards ahead of him, made a casual motion with his hand to which Bowen followed. His eyes ran over the back of the Dresmondi woman. He couldn't judge her just yet, not from behind, but the animal that followed her was just as interesting. It was something he'd never seen with his own eyes, but had seen in books - an otter, he believed it was called.
Another signal was given, this time by Bowen to the man, who took a left and disappeared from sight. From there, Bowen would follow the woman until she picked up on her tail. He kept a safe distance, and slipped his ring on. In an instant the scars along the right side of his face disappeared, renewing his handsome features features. Still his face naturally rested in a scowl, and as he shoved his hands into his pockets, few people - even those who might recognize him in the street - spoke to him. He looked to be on a mission, and that he was.
It was Bowen's job to know everyone that moved in and out of Elyusian. Not just the important people, but those who were different. Sure, Arynnites might travel through the three main cities from time to time but in much rarer cases, refugees as well.
So he'd been very aware when a man joined by a strangely sentient ram had entered the city. He made short work of finding out the Dresmondi's reason for leaving his caravan by the border to travel all the way up to the capital city of the kingdom, and it was nothing sinister at all. Occasionally there was work to be done that the refugees specialized in, and there was no need to worry over a single carpenter replacing a rickety old roof. If anything, it was surprising that he hadn't come to meet with Kezia. Of course, she'd eventually to go to the border to rally the rest of her people. She just seemed to have gotten distracted by a Prince.
Kezia and the carpenter were mere coincidence. However, a third Dresmondi entering the city was a pattern, and Bowen found patterns to be delightful. So as soon as he was made aware of her he just had to seek her out. As he turned the corner he'd been alerted to, he caught sight of one of his men. The man, some yards ahead of him, made a casual motion with his hand to which Bowen followed. His eyes ran over the back of the Dresmondi woman. He couldn't judge her just yet, not from behind, but the animal that followed her was just as interesting. It was something he'd never seen with his own eyes, but had seen in books - an otter, he believed it was called.
Another signal was given, this time by Bowen to the man, who took a left and disappeared from sight. From there, Bowen would follow the woman until she picked up on her tail. He kept a safe distance, and slipped his ring on. In an instant the scars along the right side of his face disappeared, renewing his handsome features features. Still his face naturally rested in a scowl, and as he shoved his hands into his pockets, few people - even those who might recognize him in the street - spoke to him. He looked to be on a mission, and that he was.