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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 14:53:03 GMT -5
Lysaer entered the tavern, after having left his friend's tavern, hoping that Jurok would be there by himself. He needed to learn more about the man before he was going to try to gain Nialla's trust and affection. He had understood that he needed to get rid of Jurok or make a fool of him if that was ever going to happen.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 15:07:51 GMT -5
The man was there, but not alone. He was talking and laughing with at least six other men, all with a street tough look to them.
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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 15:18:01 GMT -5
Lysaer walked over to the counter and ordered himself a ale, before he took a seat at one of the tables close to where they were seated, drinking from his ale slowly, hoping for a opportunity to hear what they were talking about.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 15:30:34 GMT -5
The men were joking, laughing and telling wenching stories. It seemed Jurok had the majority of them, and they were all quite raunchy.
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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 15:45:44 GMT -5
Lysaer wasn't surprised to hear that Jurok visited a lot of wenches, so he continued to sit there, hoping that he would learn something useful for what he had promised the healer to do in exchange for his services.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 15:57:01 GMT -5
For several hours they speak of nothing but inane jokes and raunchy stories, as might any group of ruffians at a tavern. Eventually Jurok excuses himself, and departs.
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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 16:04:48 GMT -5
Lysaer finished his ale quickly and walked outside as well, looking outside if he can see where Jurok headed off.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 16:16:35 GMT -5
Jurok is walking briskly, along the canal, seemingly oblivious to those around him.
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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 16:23:38 GMT -5
Lysaer followed closely behind him, wanting to see where he goes.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 20:06:29 GMT -5
He continues moving down the street, towards a good part of town.
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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 20:20:01 GMT -5
Lysaer continued to follow him at a safe distance, not wanting him to draw attention to himself. He needed to see where Jurok went, to learn as much about him. He was beginning to see that the only way to get the healer's daughter away from him was by killing him, and that was a threshold he didn't want to cross.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 20:27:41 GMT -5
The man finally reaches his destination, a very well appointed manse. He approaches the gate, speaks briefly to the gate guard, and than walks past the manse, and down an alleyway of to the side.
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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 20:32:18 GMT -5
Lysaer moves past the manse, and tries to find a good spot somewhere so that he can see the alleway while he wait a few minutes and moves toward it. He knew that he was walking onto dangerous ground, but he couldn't let Jurok out of his sight until he knew where he had went.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 20:39:05 GMT -5
Lysaer steps past the Alleyway just in time to see Jurok disappear through a side door into the manse.
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Post by whatever on Dec 8, 2009 20:47:25 GMT -5
Lysaer moved to the other side, so that he had the alleyway behind him. He then moved over the street so that he had a good view over the alleyway and would see if Jurok exited the same way as he had entered.
A old woman was just bolting up the shutters to her windows.
"I am sorry to disturb you, my lady. I was wondering if you know who owns that manse. I am a simple bard and is looking to find work with some of the richer nobles and I don't want to disturb them if I know they can't afford to hire me."
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Hope you all are well and happy.