Nestor continued walking through the crowds, aiming for a wide street bustling with activity and vendors. His expression remained unchanged as he walked, his eyes focused on his task. Each step brought another thought to his head, another possible solution to the current problem. Half of his consciousness was excited at the thought of already having the ability to test his new companion, but the other half was on high alert for safety’s sake. He looked back at the gold-eyed archer behind him to see that he had strung his bow and was awkwardly keeping his hand near his side.

As far as Nestor was concerned, the people around them were irrelevant, besides the leather-armored men. He had not bumped into any, and bluntly ignored those who begged for money or booze. The noise in the street was loud and clamorous, yet quiet enough to carry dialogue in. Nestor was greatly annoyed by this, but the great number of people and the large amount of noise would give him and his partner some room for error, and possibly the element of surprise. 

Nestor took a breath in order to speak, but quickly remembered that the golden-eyed archer was incapable of recognizing his hidden speech. Shifting his gaze around his partner, he quickly spotted seven or eight leather-armored men spread out among the crowd, most of which quickly averted their gazes the instant Nestor turned. Again, to avoid suspicion, Nestor decided that he would need to say something or risk the leather-armored men catching on.

“So, do you have a name, gold-eyed one?” Nestor asked, shifting his position so as to walk right next to the archer. He continued to look straight ahead for the most part, turning to the archer in order to speak only for a moment before returning his focus to path finding. Nestor had only been in town for a few days, so he had to think hard in order to not get lost, or worse, to reach a dead end. His expression reflected this strain, albeit slightly, as he watched people turning corners and entering shops.

He barely had time to hear the archer’s response before, in his surprise, a group of leather-armored men merrily wandered out of an inn, clambering around the two in a drunk manner. [i]If that was the cut-off, I overestimated these fools[/i] Nestor thought, a smirk covering his amused face. As a means to calm himself, he quickly pulled his hood up slightly and combed some of his hair off of his forehead, refreshing his stoic and lackluster expression. The drunk, leather-armored men were immediately confronted by the other men who were following the group, all of which turned and walked into an alleyway to converse.

Taking the opportunity, Nestor quickly said, “don’t let them think that you know they’re there. They can’t attack us in crowds, but they think we’re leaving town, where they can.” He then quickly looked back to see that the leather armored men were still in the alley-way. “Meet me at Rusty’s Bed and Breakfast,” he whispered, looking around once more to ensure that no one was watching. With this said, a rather burly man brushed up against Nestor, causing him to vanish instantly.