Zohar suddenly noticed two men sitting in the corner of the tavern. They were talking quietly in low voices looking around suspiciously. Not that that was odd in Tear these days, but still…Zohar couldn't take her eyes off of them. One had brown hair tied back in a ponytail, but a non-descript face otherwise. The other looked to be a Guardsman of some type, though it was hard to tell. The golden knots as his shoulder marked him a high-ranking officer.
Now what would those two be doing together? Zohar thought. It was strange to see those types even conversing with one another. She continued to watch them without really seeming to watch them. She had been a master at this when working with her father to try and catch thieves. The serving maid came again with more of the drink; the Light knew what it was! The soft harp music of the performer and the low steady buzz of the people sank into Zohar.
When the two men abruptly got up from their table to go, Zohar decided on a whim to follow them. That was the way with a Hunter. Pick up and pursue whatever opportunity presented itself. After a few minutes, Zohar was out in the streets trailing the two men. After a couple of blocks, the man with brown hair went off into the crowd of people of in streets. Zohar silently cursed under her breath. Now who to follow? She choose to go after the Guardsman. He would probably lead her to a more interesting trail anyway.
Carefully dodging the many people in the streets, Zohar expertly tailed him. Beginning to lose his head in the crowd, she sped up and bumped into people. It was never good let herself be noticed, but she couldn't lose the man! She didn't know why, he was most likely just a plain Guardsman, but she felt herself being drawn towards this man, for some inexplicable reason. She began to run faster thought the horde of people; she couldn't even see him anymore.
Zohar stopped at a fruit seller's stand and jumped up and down in an effort to find him. No sign of the Guardsman. She cursed under her breath again, and fruit seller looked at her oddly. Zohar ignored him and blindly chose a way down the street. Turn after turn after turn; she began to lose track of them all. Now she was never going to find that man!
Panting, she twisted into an alley to catch her breath. It was no use now; she might as well give up and go find another tavern. As Zohar was panted, she looked up on the roof to see an unwelcome surprise- three Aiel jumping down from the roof. Zohar assumed they were Aiel; she had never really seen one in person, but she had heard stories that were mostly fairytales, though some credible. Aiel were supposed to be tall with bright hair and eyes. They were also supposed to be incredible fighters; that much was known from the Aiel War, but here in Tear south of the real fighting, no one really knew much else.
Tensing her muscles, Zohar prepared to fight the Aiel, not that she had much chance against three of them, much less one. She wasn't prepared to fight in this condition either! After a long run, her legs felt like water. She drew her daggers from her pockets and before the Aiel were even on top of her, she threw one at the closest. It was a bad shot; it only hit him in the arm and he completely ignored it. Throwing her second dagger, she entirely missed any of them. Light, but she was tired!
As they advanced even further on her, spears ready and poised, she knew the fight was already over. It was useless to try, but she attempted to reach the daggers hidden in her boots. It was a feeble attempt. She watched with horror as they loomed over her. But instead of striking her with the point of their spears as she expected, they knocked her out of the butt of the spear. She was out immediately and knew nothing but darkness.
Ahhh…I'm working on the next part, but I'm having some trouble so be patient! Please R&R…I'm begging you!!!!
Now what would those two be doing together? Zohar thought. It was strange to see those types even conversing with one another. She continued to watch them without really seeming to watch them. She had been a master at this when working with her father to try and catch thieves. The serving maid came again with more of the drink; the Light knew what it was! The soft harp music of the performer and the low steady buzz of the people sank into Zohar.
When the two men abruptly got up from their table to go, Zohar decided on a whim to follow them. That was the way with a Hunter. Pick up and pursue whatever opportunity presented itself. After a few minutes, Zohar was out in the streets trailing the two men. After a couple of blocks, the man with brown hair went off into the crowd of people of in streets. Zohar silently cursed under her breath. Now who to follow? She choose to go after the Guardsman. He would probably lead her to a more interesting trail anyway.
Carefully dodging the many people in the streets, Zohar expertly tailed him. Beginning to lose his head in the crowd, she sped up and bumped into people. It was never good let herself be noticed, but she couldn't lose the man! She didn't know why, he was most likely just a plain Guardsman, but she felt herself being drawn towards this man, for some inexplicable reason. She began to run faster thought the horde of people; she couldn't even see him anymore.
Zohar stopped at a fruit seller's stand and jumped up and down in an effort to find him. No sign of the Guardsman. She cursed under her breath again, and fruit seller looked at her oddly. Zohar ignored him and blindly chose a way down the street. Turn after turn after turn; she began to lose track of them all. Now she was never going to find that man!
Panting, she twisted into an alley to catch her breath. It was no use now; she might as well give up and go find another tavern. As Zohar was panted, she looked up on the roof to see an unwelcome surprise- three Aiel jumping down from the roof. Zohar assumed they were Aiel; she had never really seen one in person, but she had heard stories that were mostly fairytales, though some credible. Aiel were supposed to be tall with bright hair and eyes. They were also supposed to be incredible fighters; that much was known from the Aiel War, but here in Tear south of the real fighting, no one really knew much else.
Tensing her muscles, Zohar prepared to fight the Aiel, not that she had much chance against three of them, much less one. She wasn't prepared to fight in this condition either! After a long run, her legs felt like water. She drew her daggers from her pockets and before the Aiel were even on top of her, she threw one at the closest. It was a bad shot; it only hit him in the arm and he completely ignored it. Throwing her second dagger, she entirely missed any of them. Light, but she was tired!
As they advanced even further on her, spears ready and poised, she knew the fight was already over. It was useless to try, but she attempted to reach the daggers hidden in her boots. It was a feeble attempt. She watched with horror as they loomed over her. But instead of striking her with the point of their spears as she expected, they knocked her out of the butt of the spear. She was out immediately and knew nothing but darkness.
Ahhh…I'm working on the next part, but I'm having some trouble so be patient! Please R&R…I'm begging you!!!!