Repairs (Open)

[Riley]

Riley exited the blacksmith's shop, his sword had a rather large crack in the middle. So much for blocking a hammer blow with his sword, in retrospect dodging would have been far smarter. He rested his left hand on the hilt of the shortsword hanging from his hip, missing his longsword slightly. He wasn't entirely sure why he missed it, he was equally as good with a shortsword, or a dagger for that matter. But just knew that the weight he felt at his hip wasn't enough. Maybe it was just the fact that he had been favoring it lately as opposed to his other weapons.

Riley sighed and started walking down the street, glancing at the shops down the sides of the street. After stopping by a tailor and buying new clothes, storing them his pack, he continued down the street. He absentmindedly tapped the wolf's fang necklace around his neck. He kept his mind carefully shielded, not wanting to intrude on others thoughts. At least not since he wasn't working, why should he throw his mind around when it wasn't a very common skill.

Rounding a corner, Riley bumped into someone, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword. "I apologize, I wasn't watching where I was going. You weren't hurt were you?" Riley's body was almost pure muscle, he hit people slightly harder than he used too. At least he was only wearing his hooded tunic, and not his armor.

[[-Kay-]]

The little frame of a woman passed through the streets of Teirm. She was new to these streets, and was desperately trying to hide the brand on the inside of her left wrist. She had long, dark curls and icy blue eyes. The brand on the inside of her wrist, the symbol of a well known slaving company, marked her a slave. Her head swung around, and she was distracted. She wore very little, practically rags. It made her look like a beggar or some other street urchin. That's when she bumped into the hard wall of muscle that was Riley. Her already nervous and fearful expression deepened as she stumbled back, eyes fearfully glancing at the sword. "I apologize, I wasn't watching where I was going. You weren't hurt were you?" She bit her lower lip, shaking her head back and forth frantically. Her musical, melodious voice came out as she spoke quickly, stammering a bit as she did so. "No....I'm fine. Honestly, I've been hurt worse.." She glanced around, over her shoulder once to make sure the men who had been holding her down at the slave yards near the market hadn't followed her yet. She had escaped, but barely. She wanted...no, NEEDED to get down to the harbor. Once she was in the water she was home free....Yes, Lacrimosa was no ordinary slave. Lacrimosa had been born a mermaid, but been captured as a slave when she had swum a little too far upstream. She chewed her lower lip a bit, eyes downcast as she did so.

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[Riley]

Riley followed the girl's eyes down the street, something was wrong. Her clothes were rags, and she was attempting to hid her wrist. A slave maybe? In any case he would try his best to help her, slavery was one of the many things he didn't agree with. No person was better than any other person, it was something the Rider's had pushed into his head while he was in training.

The mercenary reached into his pack and pulled out a slightly less worn tunic than what he wore now. It wasn't much, but his new tunics were wrapped in paper. "Here take this, it should be long enough. Is there anything I can do to help you miss?" He wasn't sure if he could do anything, he was just happy that his tunic stretched down past his waist. Maybe it would stretch farther down on her.

He did need to know one thing though, was she running because she was a slave, or because she hurt someone. Though he was loath to do it, he stretched a single tendril of thought toward the girl. If she had hurt someone, he wouldn't stand for it. However, if she was running for her own safety, he would help.

[[-Kay-]]

Lacrimosa fidgeted as he spoke to her, flinching hard whenever he reached into his pack. She feared that he would bring out irons and take her back, but he didn't. She took the tunic he handed her gingerly, slipping it on and glancing back once more. Her large blue eyes spoke of the fear that she felt, and she flinched as another person bumped into her. But her gaze turned back to him as she spoke yet again. "Help me get away from here.." She said softly, eyes wide as she glanced back again. She wasn't paying attention when she felt that single tendril of thought brush her conciousness. Up the walls slammed, and she looked at him pleadingly. "Please. Help me..."

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[Riley]

The one thought he had been able to see before the walls slammed up, slavers. Well, that was good enough for Riley to help her. He glanced down the street, and sent his mind in that direction as well. Five people, ten houses down. Still plenty of time for her to escape. "All right." With that statement he confused the five people, causing them to chase a cat he sensed, and give them more time.

"I distracted them for now, but we better hurry. They'll figure out the trick soon and be back on your trail." Riley put himself between the slavers, and her, and motioned for her to move. He didn't know where she needed to go, all he had to do was protect her until she got their. That was simple enough for one of his skill level.

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Lacrimosa's eyes widened at the site of the people, fidgeting a bit at the idea of being recaptured. "C'mon." She said softly, taking his hand and leading him away from the people. Her hand was soft, but it was also cold. Cold like a springfed creek in the middle of summer. Oddly enough, for being completely dry, her hair looked wet. Like she had been dunked in water before she had escaped. Strange creature, she was. She headed towards the gates of the city. She knew the routes of the rivers and streams, she knew water had to be close......she just wasn't familiar with the rivers and streams around here. "Do you know how to get to the ocean or a river that feeds into it?" She asked, her wide eyes searching him for a moment. She didn't trust him; after all how could she given the fact she had just met him. But she did hope he wouldn't deliver her back to the slavers.

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[Riley]

Riley sighed and looked around, "Yeah. That way." He said pulling her down a side street, toward the city's docks. He had only been their once, but he knew that it was a straight shot from the merchant quarter. He hoped he could remember the way, though he knew he was going in the right direction.

Riley sighed once again, and stretched his mind out as far as he could. Almost five hundred feet in every direction. He scanned the surface thoughts of every unshielded mind he could. The minds of the men chasing the girl were now shielded, they had figured him out. Though he might have been able to break threw their barriers, he didn't want to stop moving.

"I'm Riley Fredrickson, they call me Wolfsbane." The mercenary looked around the street, then started walking down the street. The main road would be safest to get to the docks, and from their would be the ocean. "We just have to follow the main, and that will be the fastest way to the ocean." He was curious as to why she needed the ocean, but wasn't about to ask questions.