RP channel logs: Athawe, Czrel

[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Dawn broke. A fog hung over the roads of Boktor.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien slips quietly from bed. It is dark still, that quiet hour just before sunrise. She moves about carefully, so to not wake her husband and children.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The dawn is hesitant to crack, leaving the entire of Boktor in a blanket of misty dew.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien slips silently from the room, haggling on her mind. She was itching to do business, and Boktor is an excellent place to do so. She closes the door behind her, and walks through the still silent streets.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien parks herself in the market square, and waits patiently for the business day to begin.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Oddly, the area seems deserted.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien stretches, and breathes a sigh of relief as the sun finally peeks over sleepy Boktor.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): As the darkness lifts from the city, the square slowly comes to life.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Traders from nearby homes come forth to set up their stalls to make business.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien waits patiently.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The market begins to bustle with noise and the usual fanfare of merchants haggling and children laughing.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Amidst the crowd, a man notices Athawe sitting near the fountain at the centre of the square.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien fiddles with her coin purse, and glances around her. Spying a merchant selling fabrics, she slowly walks over to his stall, mentally preparing herself.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man peers around him as he loses sight of the Drasnian woman. He steps out into the broad daylight and searches around.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Then he spies her in the cloth trader's stall.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien haggles with the fabric vendor for some wool.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien mutters something quietly to herself.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Quietly, he enters the stall and stand beside Athawe.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien takes brief note of the man who had just entered the stall. Her hand instinctively falls to her dagger, but she continues with her haggling. The vendor's prices were way too high, and she already considers moving on to the next one.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The stranger remains silent, pretending to examine the Mallorean silks while eavesdropping on the Drasnian woman.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien gives up. She bids the vendor farewell and leaves the stall. She spies a weapons merchant, and heads to his stall out of sheer curiosity. Khuldir is interested in weapons, and though they're married, business still comes first.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The merchant begins to talk the stranger into buying his silks. But he does not pay attention and instead tails Athawe out of the shop.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He is careful not to alert the Drasnian mother of two.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien stops and turns slightly, her instincts kicking in. The man from the fabric vendor had followed her out of the stall and down the street. She shrugs, and passes it off as coincidence, then continues to the weapons merchant.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man's footsteps are light and noiseless upon the square filled with noise and human voices.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien reaches the weapons stall and browses. She waves the merchant away, not really interested in buying anything at the moment.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): But the weapons seller remains in high spirits seeing another customer in his stall.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He greets the stranger, who promptly frowns at him.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): The man quickly faces away, trying to avoid Athawe's gaze.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien turns and glances at the man out of the corner of her eye. His behavior is erratic, and she is on full alert. She toys with the hilt of her dagger, then leaves the stall. She is no longer interested in shopping. She walks slowly, waiting to see if the man follows.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): Surely, the stranger tags along.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien utters an oath under her breath. She turns to confront the man, a verbal assault ready. Her words, however, die before they can be uttered. She looks at him, confused, her mind reeling.
[RP]: (Athawe Ranlien): It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. The color drains out of her face and she begins to tremble. It..simply wasn't possible.. Her eyes are wide, and she stares openly at the man who'd been following her.
[RP]: (Merchant Czrel): He only smiles briefly. Upon seeing her pale face, he turns and dissolves into the buzzing market crowd.
[RP]: Athawe Ranlien stands, the image of the man firmly in her eyes. The crowd continues to bustle around her, but she doesn't notice. The face haunted her.
[RP]: (Athawe Ranlien): As the tears begin to fall, she whispers a name 'Khureid...'

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