Post by Kite on Jul 18, 2011 14:52:05 GMT -5
*Clarus' recent activities have been many, he realizes as he walks down the marble streets of Tears, and through the crowds of the lessers in the low town. His joining the Hand had come at an opportune time for him, and he was devouring the knowledge of the sacred and forbidden arts contained by the Hand two fistfuls at a time. Nothing could be more delightful to him at this point. That being said, he desired other distractions this night, and thus started this jaunt out into the city.
His travels have, as always, lead him through the markets and bazaars of the city and he has already picked up a few trinkets of value or interest, but he was now traversing the seedier areas of town. He moves into the middle of the intersecting streets and taking in the sight around him. The houses of debauchery on his left and right, the lanes of butchers and alleyways behind and before him. The corner bordello lane and slaughterhouse row, if you will. Something about that thought makes Clarus chuckle, and several people look his way, seeing a Crimson-haired nobleman in his loose but fine clothing and shake their heads in pity as they see him continue on down the dark paths by the slaughterhouses, knowing what became of the useless rich there.
The traffic had now dwindled and died around him as he went deeper into the depths of the district, Clarus making way towards the travelers' district. He sees the thugs in the alleyways but pays them little heed as he continues on his way, his confident quick-step never halting and his steps making something of a staccato of sound that rebounds off the cold stone in the empty street. He is intentionally letting the normally suppressed aura of a Shade loose so that he won't be bothered, and makes quick time through the district.
Clarus was about three blocks from the main roads of the travelers' district when he hears a commotion from his destination and he once again suppresses the aura so that he may once again walk among the common folk and speeds up, jogging slightly to see what the situation before him is and hoping that it is something requiring action.*
His travels have, as always, lead him through the markets and bazaars of the city and he has already picked up a few trinkets of value or interest, but he was now traversing the seedier areas of town. He moves into the middle of the intersecting streets and taking in the sight around him. The houses of debauchery on his left and right, the lanes of butchers and alleyways behind and before him. The corner bordello lane and slaughterhouse row, if you will. Something about that thought makes Clarus chuckle, and several people look his way, seeing a Crimson-haired nobleman in his loose but fine clothing and shake their heads in pity as they see him continue on down the dark paths by the slaughterhouses, knowing what became of the useless rich there.
The traffic had now dwindled and died around him as he went deeper into the depths of the district, Clarus making way towards the travelers' district. He sees the thugs in the alleyways but pays them little heed as he continues on his way, his confident quick-step never halting and his steps making something of a staccato of sound that rebounds off the cold stone in the empty street. He is intentionally letting the normally suppressed aura of a Shade loose so that he won't be bothered, and makes quick time through the district.
Clarus was about three blocks from the main roads of the travelers' district when he hears a commotion from his destination and he once again suppresses the aura so that he may once again walk among the common folk and speeds up, jogging slightly to see what the situation before him is and hoping that it is something requiring action.*
