Hide and Seek

	Cheyne stole quietly across the darkened city. She stopped in an alleyway
and fiddled with her twin daggers absently. She closed her eyes and
listened intently for footfalls or light breathing. She smiled faintly
hearing a stone moving ever so slightly. She played a few quick notes on
her fife, then climbed up the nearest building swiftly. She stopped, halfway
and looked down at the dark figure below her. She climbed up slowly and
quietly. When she reached the top, she took a platinum coin from her secret
purse, kissed it and chuckled softly. She looked over the edge of the
building and tossed the coin a few feet behind the dark figure. He looked
behind him. She sprinted silently across the roof and jumped to the next
building . She looked over the edge at the street below. The Square was
only a street away. She hesitated. It couldn't be _that_ easy! He would
figure that she would take the long way around though. She thought only a
moment longer and...

	Aivlys smiled as he turned around, sure that he had caught the female
half-elven rogue. The one who called herself the Hunter Princess. The one
who killed his faithful warcow, Buddy, that cursed wench! But as he turned,
he realized that Cheyne would be nowhere to be found. He saw the coin still
spinning in the street. One side seemed duller than the other, he stopped it
with his boot. He picked it up gingerly with his glov'd hand. He turned it
over in his hand, sniffing it. Immediately, he recognised the sweet sickly
poison tainted balm the rogue was known for and tossed it in the gutter.
"Clever wench," he thought to himself, and looked around for signs of her
passing...

	Staver closed his eyes and concentrated. He saw the girl running across a
rooftop. He opened his eyes "Where in Kieron is she?", he murmured to
himself. He started the incantations for another scrying spell. He saw the
other rogue looking at a coin, then tossing it away. "Strange," 
he thought, "It looked valuable... ...like gold or..." He then 
concentrated on the male
rogue's surroundings.A few empty barrels were by the walls furthest from the
rogue, a rat scurries out of the door followed by a scruffy looking dog.
"Harry's!" he exclaimed, "He's behind Harry's!"

	The bitch sniffed her way along the street, following
a tantalizingly delicious scent. She looked up occasionally, as 
stalked by unseen eyes. She moved along the street towards the 
dump. A little girl walking with her mum tosed her a half-eaten 
fish. She snatched it up and swallowed it after they had passed, 
for fear that the child would kick her in the ribs, as some 
children in the slums were prone to do. She continued on in the 
direction of the dump. Once there, she went to the far end, far 
away from the entrance, to where she couldn't be seen, and 
circled around as if lying around for a nap. And rose as a 
smallish elven mage, with darkish hair, eyes and skin. She 
grinned and ran towards the entrance of the dump.



	"Sister!" The rogue thought loudly, "Sister!!" She 
grumbled softly to herself. "Damn it, where in the Abyss is that 
witch?" she muttered. "Sister!!" she fairly screamed in her 
thoughts. 


	"Ach!" Came the reply, "And just _what_ do you want now, 
little child, hrmmm?"
		
	Cheyne cringed at the 'little child' barb, but didn't let 
that echo in her next thought, "I need to know if the cow-lover 
is following me or not. Can you help?"


	"He's not."

	"Sure?"

	"No, I have no idea... Of Course I Am!! ... brat..."

	"I _Heard_ that."

	"I know..."

	A faint image of Coj, smirking, flew in and out of 
Cheyne's mind. Then Cheyne sent one of herself makingf the worst 
face she could think of right back to her half sister.

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