The elfess was wrapped up in her thick wool cloak now, lined in fur. Gloves, and boots, as well, lined in fur, but they really just took the edge off the cold for a time. She would not have too much time available to her before she would be vastly slowed down and shivering, teeth chattering. She had maybe an hour, at most, before she would be near useless in this cold. She was hoping that the gear Cie and Danny had mentioned would be given to her soon. Would help here, too!
Gem moved soundlessly, except where the snow was crunchy with freezing melting and refreezing. Near soundless, there, being an Elvin thief. She was not long in reaching the west end, and aimed for those areas that her sources had told her might hold either news of the villain, or possibly the villain himself. She paused to check her guns and get the second mags slid into her belt so she could reach them fast. Daggers were all freshly dipped in sleep toxins and were sharp and ready to work. The first part of her search, she conducted on foot, her coronet of braid let down and behind her back, under the cloak. No razors in it, since it had been up. Hood up and shielding her face, she looked like a child, but for the overly large bumps in front of her.
Stepping out of the tavern Fox wasn't paying much mind to his surroundings at the moment. Instead he was reading over something that carried a hint of a glow that was rising off the page and casting the tattooed features into a play of shadows. Near the window he stood, a cigarette in one hand, holding a very familiar scent of Zymirian Gold and he took a draw before one hand folded it back up and tucked it away casually into a pocket. It was only then he started to walk. Heading towards the road that would take him towards the many water front mansions.
Well now. Here was a totally unexpected treasure trove, the man himself if that tattoo was seen right. Gem blinked and caught her breath. This man had beaten her and Danny quite handily and that was two of them. She was only one and she knew she was really no match for a practiced assassin. Oh, she might get lucky. Guns were good equalizers sometimes. But if got hold of her, she was most likely going to be dead, and fast. She swallowed, her courage tested, though only for a moment. It was Cie and Danny. They were worth the risk. Oh, so much worth it. She waited till he was moving away from her to begin stalking him. Flirting with shadow...doorways....alcoves. Moving silent as the wind and trying to avoid those crusty places of snow. If she could not, she was trying to time her steps to his. Staying back far enough, she hope, not to be seen. And....damn it. Not to be smelled. Her lilac and honey scent was not washed away...honey never really was, as it was part of her skin. But she had not prepared for this, as she would have on a night of thieving. Drat! Testing the wind with a damp finger.
Turning down one main road towards another and he paused. Head lifting as he seemed to be catching a scent in the wind and then turned around. Metallic blue eyes glowing ferally in the gloomy darkness for a moment. Smoke danced from his fingers, the sultry subtle scent playing upon the ebb and flow of the teasing drafts before The Fox spun back, catching nothing and once more started to walk. Then a curious thing, another form melted out of the darkness and fell into step with them, and quiet words were being exchanged. Neither paused in their forward movement, while they continued to speak in soft hushed tones; A language that was both unusual and lyrical and nowhere near to the common tongue used in RhyDin.
Her heart seized up in her breast as he paused and turned. She pressed to the cold stonewall behind her and held utterly still. not even breathing. As he moved back, she dizzily thanked the Gods and moved with him....blinking as the man ..or woman..joined him. She could not make out that tongue, though!! Double drat. Her purpose was to gather information. If she could not understand, then she had to see. See who it was that the Fox spoke to. She dared to edge closer...and closer. Trying to see a face.
Gem moved soundlessly, except where the snow was crunchy with freezing melting and refreezing. Near soundless, there, being an Elvin thief. She was not long in reaching the west end, and aimed for those areas that her sources had told her might hold either news of the villain, or possibly the villain himself. She paused to check her guns and get the second mags slid into her belt so she could reach them fast. Daggers were all freshly dipped in sleep toxins and were sharp and ready to work. The first part of her search, she conducted on foot, her coronet of braid let down and behind her back, under the cloak. No razors in it, since it had been up. Hood up and shielding her face, she looked like a child, but for the overly large bumps in front of her.
Stepping out of the tavern Fox wasn't paying much mind to his surroundings at the moment. Instead he was reading over something that carried a hint of a glow that was rising off the page and casting the tattooed features into a play of shadows. Near the window he stood, a cigarette in one hand, holding a very familiar scent of Zymirian Gold and he took a draw before one hand folded it back up and tucked it away casually into a pocket. It was only then he started to walk. Heading towards the road that would take him towards the many water front mansions.
Well now. Here was a totally unexpected treasure trove, the man himself if that tattoo was seen right. Gem blinked and caught her breath. This man had beaten her and Danny quite handily and that was two of them. She was only one and she knew she was really no match for a practiced assassin. Oh, she might get lucky. Guns were good equalizers sometimes. But if got hold of her, she was most likely going to be dead, and fast. She swallowed, her courage tested, though only for a moment. It was Cie and Danny. They were worth the risk. Oh, so much worth it. She waited till he was moving away from her to begin stalking him. Flirting with shadow...doorways....alcoves. Moving silent as the wind and trying to avoid those crusty places of snow. If she could not, she was trying to time her steps to his. Staying back far enough, she hope, not to be seen. And....damn it. Not to be smelled. Her lilac and honey scent was not washed away...honey never really was, as it was part of her skin. But she had not prepared for this, as she would have on a night of thieving. Drat! Testing the wind with a damp finger.
Turning down one main road towards another and he paused. Head lifting as he seemed to be catching a scent in the wind and then turned around. Metallic blue eyes glowing ferally in the gloomy darkness for a moment. Smoke danced from his fingers, the sultry subtle scent playing upon the ebb and flow of the teasing drafts before The Fox spun back, catching nothing and once more started to walk. Then a curious thing, another form melted out of the darkness and fell into step with them, and quiet words were being exchanged. Neither paused in their forward movement, while they continued to speak in soft hushed tones; A language that was both unusual and lyrical and nowhere near to the common tongue used in RhyDin.
Her heart seized up in her breast as he paused and turned. She pressed to the cold stonewall behind her and held utterly still. not even breathing. As he moved back, she dizzily thanked the Gods and moved with him....blinking as the man ..or woman..joined him. She could not make out that tongue, though!! Double drat. Her purpose was to gather information. If she could not understand, then she had to see. See who it was that the Fox spoke to. She dared to edge closer...and closer. Trying to see a face.