Arc 720, 20th of Cylus
The town square was crowded. As if in defiance of the lack of good sunlight, the citizens of Scalvoris Town filled the marketplace with their goods. The almost perpetual dusk light did not mean that people suddenly had no need to put bread on their tables, and so trade continued unabated. The colourful awnings, usually so bright in the sunnier months, still stood tall, and the smells of freshly cooked meats flooded the nostrils of anyone who passed by. The sound of the fountain could barely be heard over the din of passionate negotiations and merchants hawking their wares.
Darius was there, still reeling from the disappearances of children from the town and asking questions of the merchants there.
Had they seen any of the children? Had they heard rumours that might be helpful? Had they checked their warehouses to make sure there weren't any unexpected squatters?
It had seemed like an endless line of inquiry, and the bearded blond had received few helpful answers.
He decided to take a break. The fear he'd seen in the mothers' eyes as they recounted the vanishings of their children was beginning to weigh him down, and he knew he would be of no use to them if he could not keep his own emotions in check. He pushed his way through part of the crowd and found a seat and was just taking a swig from his waterskin when he heard a breathless and wheezing yell.
"Stop! Thief!"
Darius' gaze lifted just in time to see a pair of feet visible through the crowd. They were moving fast, and before the blond realised what he was doing, he had tightened the bung on his waterskin, stood up, and was watching the escapee.
"Stop him!" came the exhausted voice, which, as it turned out, belonged to a portly, sweaty man who was already worn out, despite having only made half a dozen steps of his own.
As he watched from his elevated vantage point, Darius could see the fugitive - a human male with dark hair - rushing down a set of stairs, colliding with citizens as he made his escape. The blond seafarer was soon in pursuit. Instead of trying to force his way through the crowd and follow the man's path, he hastily sought out a different route, and he began by climbing over a low wall and rushing along a stone path to a parallel set of stairs. The thief had a head start, but he hoped that with enough good fortune, he might be able to chase him down...
Darius was there, still reeling from the disappearances of children from the town and asking questions of the merchants there.
Had they seen any of the children? Had they heard rumours that might be helpful? Had they checked their warehouses to make sure there weren't any unexpected squatters?
It had seemed like an endless line of inquiry, and the bearded blond had received few helpful answers.
He decided to take a break. The fear he'd seen in the mothers' eyes as they recounted the vanishings of their children was beginning to weigh him down, and he knew he would be of no use to them if he could not keep his own emotions in check. He pushed his way through part of the crowd and found a seat and was just taking a swig from his waterskin when he heard a breathless and wheezing yell.
"Stop! Thief!"
Darius' gaze lifted just in time to see a pair of feet visible through the crowd. They were moving fast, and before the blond realised what he was doing, he had tightened the bung on his waterskin, stood up, and was watching the escapee.
"Stop him!" came the exhausted voice, which, as it turned out, belonged to a portly, sweaty man who was already worn out, despite having only made half a dozen steps of his own.
As he watched from his elevated vantage point, Darius could see the fugitive - a human male with dark hair - rushing down a set of stairs, colliding with citizens as he made his escape. The blond seafarer was soon in pursuit. Instead of trying to force his way through the crowd and follow the man's path, he hastily sought out a different route, and he began by climbing over a low wall and rushing along a stone path to a parallel set of stairs. The thief had a head start, but he hoped that with enough good fortune, he might be able to chase him down...