*as she looks upon the crowd, she becomes restless, and asks a guard to take her outside. As she walks through the market place, a merchant calls out to the pair, and the guard strikes up a conversation. Seeing her chance, she pulls up her hood, and weaves her way through the crowd* -- Hafen-Dorf

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Date Posted: 12:12:55 06/17/02 Mon
Author: Wren
Subject: *as she looks upon the crowd, she becomes restless, and asks a guard to take her outside. As she walks through the market place, a merchant calls out to the pair, and the guard strikes up a conversation. Seeing her chance, she pulls up her hood, and weaves her way through the crowd*
In reply to: Princess Wren 's message, "*leaning on her elbow, Wren looks out the window of her room, towards the crowded market place below, and sighs*" on 04:36:31 06/17/02 Mon

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*Sion stands up and stretches his back* man better find some new shoes *he smacks his coat sending dust into the air when he starts walking he walks into yet another young woman* i have to watch where i'm going (NT) -- Sion, 12:15:51 06/17/02 Mon
- *she stumbles back, startled, and looks at the man she just collided with* Oh excuse me, sir. I am so very sorry. (NT) -- Wren, 12:17:51 06/17/02 Mon
  - *he rubs his head feeling quite stupid* no it's my fault but where you headed to? doesn't seem like your the type to be in a place like this (NT) -- Sion, 12:20:16 06/17/02 Mon
    - *blushes, a little embarrased that it's that obvious* well um..I was just..uhh.. *where am I going? She ponders for a second or two* I was just looking for a present for my father here in the market place.. *fixs her hood to hide the perfect hair, and clothing underneath it* (NT) -- Wren, 12:25:02 06/17/02 Mon
      - *he smiles* haha...well i'd be obliged to help you get that *he looks down at his feet smileling dumbly* i need some new shoes myself (NT) -- Sion, 12:28:22 06/17/02 Mon
        *she to looks at his shoes, then looks at hers, and quickly steps behind a barrel of apples.* Oh well, thank you for your kindness. I would very much like company *she smiles as she speaks, but at the sametime looks around for her escort* (NT) -- Wren, 12:34:14 06/17/02 Mon
        *his smile broadens a bit* someone your waiting for? *he looks around the market place* so where do you want to go? (NT) -- Sion, 12:37:53 06/17/02 Mon
        *she stops looking very quickly, and thinks...where did she want to go? Her father doesn't actually need anything. He has everything. She looks around, and see's the gaurd some distance down the alley, and she quickly turns back around* This looks like a promising ally! *she says, pointing towards the ally on the right* (NT) -- Wren, 12:40:33 06/17/02 Mon
        *Sion waves hello to the man near by then turns back to Wren* alright then you lead the way...oh by the way my name is Sion (NT) -- Sion, 12:48:47 06/17/02 Mon
        *Michael walks up the path and notices Sion and Wren*Good Day* (NT) -- Michael, 12:40:03 06/17/02 Mon
        *nods a greeting to the man, and smiles pleasantly, then turns to Sion* It's nice to meet you *she pauses momentarily* I am Natalia. *She grins, pleased with herself* (NT) -- Wren (bwahah. Alias's are my friend.), 12:52:47 06/17/02 Mon
        *his smile remains* nice to meet you Natalia..so what was it you were looking for for your father anyway? (NT) -- Sion, 12:55:15 06/17/02 Mon
        *she thinks, as she looks around, and spots an excellent looking set of silverware, and then some jewelery, and fruit..none of which she would get for her father. but then again, she's made this much up, why not make up the rest too?* I was thinking maybe a new lute, and harp. *she looks around* know of any good places to find them? (NT) -- "Natalia", 13:03:05 06/17/02 Mon
        no idea i don't come to cities much *he looks around seeing a shop which looks like it supplies lots of items he sees some shoes on the counter plus instruments hanging around the back* how bout this one? (NT) -- Sion, 13:04:44 06/17/02 Mon
        *She looks into the store* looks good to me! *she grins, and enters the store* (NT) -- "Natalia", 13:06:42 06/17/02 Mon
        *he follows her in and goes to the shoes immediatly* yes these are nice and they'll last long *he takes the pair of brown shoes off the couter and digs into his pockets coming out a few coins short* darn...if i wasn't with this girl i could get out of here with em. Think fast *he walks over and taps her on the shoulder* I wouldn't suppose you would have a couple extra coins on you? (NT) -- Sion, 13:12:47 06/17/02 Mon
        *she grins* Why yes, I do. How many do you need? *she reaches into her cloak, and pulls out a shimmering purple purse* (NT) -- "Natalia", 13:15:58 06/17/02 Mon
        *he sees the brilliant purse but decides to ignore it for now* um...just three that's all (NT) -- Sion, 13:24:11 06/17/02 Mon

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