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« Reply #375 on: February 23, 2008, 02:40:08 AM »

"My full name is Elena Aruldae."

Grant wrote down on the parchment Azhira Elena Aruldee. He quite liked the name, it had a certain ring to it.

He sat back and listened as she talked about her grandmother. When she was finished, he concluded that her grandmother had not been right in the head for many years. Who had ever heard of calling one's self a what was the last one? A deep fishy fry!?  Grant agreed with her, that she was going to have a hard time finding her grandmother.  It was almost too impossible to believe, yet it was also very probable. Grant could not tell whether Azhira's story was actually true or not, so he chose to believe her.

She wanted to leave. Grant was hoping to get to know her a bit better. He smiled at her.

"Not quite yet, just a few more questions and then you can be on your way," he said.

He looked down at the parchment. "I need to know what your occupation is. I need to know where you hail from and then last of all I need to know if and what kind of weapons you possess.  After I get all of that information, I give you back your weapons, hand you this parchment which you must keep on your person at all times. If anyone in authority asks you for your paper you must show it to them, or else you could find yourself in our dungeon and such a pretty lady such as yourself does not want to be in our dungeon."

He paused to let Azhira think about that.

"As far as helping you find your grandmother, I would suggest you search for her in the many temples we have here in the city. If she thinks she is a druid, as you say, then it is most likely she has tried to or even has become a novitate in one of them. So, shall we continue? What is your occupation?" he asked, his pen poised over the parchment as he awaited her answer.
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« Reply #376 on: February 26, 2008, 09:23:39 PM »

"Occupation?" Azhira paused, but hopefully not long enough to give the lieutenant concern. "I am a seamstress. I make clothing from fine wool and linens. I've been out of work for sometime now though. As for weapons, I carry none. I detest the use of steel to solve problems."

Azhira suddenly became quite thirsty and moved from her chair to the wine table. She poured herself a glass and sipped. Hmm, good. She drained the glass and poured another. She glanced at the lieutenant and saw that he was still writing and she took yet a third glass.

Excellent wine!

Azhira smiled as she drained the third glass. She hadn't had wine since she'd left Ximax. It was something she drank casually when visiting the various inns looking for targets for her sticky fingers. Wealthy nobles did enjoy their cups and the company of a beautiful woman.

"Are we done here, lieutenant?" Azhira sighed, clearly the wine was taking an effect. Her frustration, and boredom, was making her drink...
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« Reply #377 on: February 27, 2008, 03:16:53 AM »

Grant finished writing down the information Azhira had given him, though he doubted she was a seamstress, that is what he wrote down.

She was standing by the wine and Grant no doubt thought she had at least sampled some of it. It was very good wine after all.  She asked,"Are we done here, lieutenant?"

She sounded bored.

Grant put Voldar's seal on the parchment, waited for the wax to cool a moment and then rolled it up. He smiled at her as he stood and handed Azhira the parchment. "Remember to keep this paper with you at all times. I hope you find your grandmother. Arth's Spot is a very good, honest and fairly priced inn if you are in need of one, I would recommend that one, the others are also nice, but they cost a bit more and they are less friendly, at least in my opinion," Grant said.

He paused a moment as if he were thinking of something. "Oh, and if you are a mind to, I would be glad to help you find your grandmother or give you a tour of the city when I am off of duty. You can find me at Arth's by fourteen bells. I should be off of duty by then. It is your decision of course," Grant said off handedly.  "Till then take care," Grant wished her farewell, as he opened the door and stepped aside to let Ashira be on her way.
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« Reply #378 on: March 01, 2008, 12:31:25 PM »

Azhira nodded curtly to the lieutenant and walked through the door. When she was safely out of earshot, she sighed with relief.

That was too close...she thought.

The mage pulled her cowl over her head and made her way to the exit. It did not take her long to find the exit as she had memorized the way to the office with the lieutenant. She had a good memory for such things. Always make sure you know the way out of wherever you're getting into.

Azhira blinked as she stepped outside into the sun. The breeze was cool and she smiled as she felt the embrace of the wind against her skin. The wind was her tool and her most trusted companion. People would let you down but the wind and air would always be there when she needed it.

Her stomach rumbled. Azhira grimaced and suddenly regretted drinking all that wine. She had to find some food!

The mage found her way beyond the gates and into the city proper. She paused to get her bearings. There was any number of places to wander. Perhaps a market place would be a good place to mingle.

With a silent prayer to the winds of fate, Azhira fell into a moving crowd and was soon lost in the city.
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« Reply #379 on: April 07, 2008, 10:24:44 AM »

   Roslynn approached the city from the east before stopping just short of the main gate. It was quite intimidating, the tall walls that were build to surround all of Voldar, looming over her. With a heartfelt sigh Roslynn forced herself to continue further, her feet moving forward one after the other, not so much a conscious decision as it was her allowing gravity to simply take over.

      Nervously she began to play with a stray thread that came loose from her bodice as she peered around at the entrance to the city. Perhaps there was a guard she was suppose to notify first before she entered? She found that out the hard way at the last city she encountered. Walking right past the gate, and the guard, Rosylnn had been immediately intercepted and physically carried back to the guard station.

"Whats do you think you are doing, missy? Marching right into the city as if you own it? Huh?"
       
       Too stunned by the whole encounter she could do nothing but stutter out a response that didn't quite make sense, and neither was it sufficient enough to please the guard. "I-I... I'm s-so... s-s-s...."

"What? Speak up! What a blithering idiot you are. Can't even talk right, can ya?"

       Eventually she was able to convince the guard that she didn't mean any harm and that she simply wasn't aware of the fact that she had to stop at the gate before entering. Now, she refused to move one inch into the city without first being completely certain of the criteria required before she was allowed in.

       Tentatively she moved a little bit further towards what could possibly be the guard post and clear her throat. Wringing her now slightly sweaty hands behind her back she finally gathered the courage to speak up. "H-hello? Is anyone th-there?"
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« Reply #380 on: April 07, 2008, 03:30:59 PM »

Grant came out of the guard post when he heard the voice, where he'd been writing down some things. The very first thing he noticed was the bright red of her hair. He'd never seen a shade quite that bright. Then his gaze fell a bit lower, and he was looking at her brea... No, that wasn't right. Forcing his eyes up a bit again, he looked at her face. That was better, if he didn't want to offend the woman.

With a smile, he said: "You want to enter the city, right? If you'll please step into my office, I just need to ask you a few simple questions and then I can let you go." He led the way back inside, assuming she would follow. Sitting down into his chair, he looked up to see if he could ask his question, while he drew a new piece of parchment in his direction. He wondered briefly why they always had to write things down, wasn't it easier just to ask the questions and allow them in, and retain those that were untrustworthy? But yeah, then of course anyone would be able to climb over the walls somehow if they knew they wouldn't get through the gate. No matter though; his attention should go to the girl now.
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« Reply #381 on: April 07, 2008, 11:10:06 PM »

She gave a slight nod and stared at the man's back as he reentered the guard post. She bit down slightly on her lower lip before following him inside, a unconscious reaction to her nervousness that she picked up with all of the years she spent with her "family."

Stepping inside she released her hold on her lip and slipped her hands behind her back, lacing her fingers together and applying pressure. She watched as the man made himself ready to take down her information. Just those few moments of silence in a room, alone with a man, made her cheeks take on a soft pink glow. With skin so pale it appeared almost translucent, the blush stood out in marked contrast with the rest of her complexion.

She could feel her cheeks become uncomfortably warm, along with the rest of her body. Pressing her cold, and now clammy, hands to her face she took a deep breath and forced her expression to remain pleasant while she waited for the questions to begin.
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« Reply #382 on: April 07, 2008, 11:47:36 PM »

Grant dipped his quill into the ink standing in front of him, then looked up at her pleasantly while his hand held it hovering over the parchment. "Right, the questions aren't at all difficult. What's your name, what is your purpose here in Voldar, and do you carry any weapons?" He noticed the slight blush on her cheeks, but decided not to mention it. She looked adorable really, but he was still getting over Alassiel's cold refusal.
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« Reply #383 on: April 08, 2008, 12:14:01 PM »

She nodded slightly and once again clasped her hands together, letting them hang idly in front of her. "My n-name is Roslynn Chadwick and I do not have a-any weapons on me." She had to think for a moment about the third response, not quite knowing what exactly her purpose was in coming here. Usually she would come to a city, work to earn enough money to stay there for a few days and then head out to the next one. This time she decided it would be different.

"I've come to find employment, and perhaps eventually make a place for myself here in Voldar." She had to try to settle somewhere eventually, and she was getting tired of traveling constantly and barely making enough money to get by. As it was, she only had enough money for roughly one nights stay and a couple meals to fill her now growling stomach.
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« Reply #384 on: April 08, 2008, 02:58:03 PM »

Grant nodded, and wrote the answers down on the parchment. Then he gave the little piece to the red-headed woman, and said: "If any guard in the city asks it, give him this paper. I'd suggest you go to the inn called Arth's spot, it's not so far from here. I'm sure the barkeep there, he's called Thai, will be able to help you in getting a job somewhere." He watched as she left the guardroom, then he went back to the desk and sat down.

(OOC: you can post in Arth's spot :))
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