[color=lavender][center][h3]Sunne Meldune[/h3][/center][/color]
[center][color=thistle]Location: Ballara[/color][/center]
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Sunne leaned against the building, around the corner from where the two men talked, refraining from eating her apple. She'd sneaked up to the spot so she wasn't about to ruin the twos conversation by making them aware of her sudden presence near them. She instead held the apple with a big bite taken out of one side and turned it over and over in her hand. She appeared absentminded, but she was listening intently while her thin fingers and slightly uneven fingernails tapped at the bright red apple skin.

[i]Along the border of Skagastrond and Mjors... I barely made it out with 8 fingers[/i]

The gravelly voice of the scarred man grumbled lowly. The shaman kept silent besides the occasional grunt before the scarred man wrapped up his tale of danger, filled with hobgoblins and even a troll, all which he faced with a sword, shield, and his wits apparently. Sunne rolled her eyes a time or two, stifling a disbelieving cough as well before the shaman finally spoke.

[i]And are yeh gonna tell the thane about this supposed invasion of beasts?[/i] he asked. 
[i]An' why would I do that?[/i] the scarred man scoffed. [i]Bellara's sins will find it soon enough.[/i]
[i]Hmm...[/i] the old shaman mused. [i]I suppose you won't have to anyway, considerin' his lil' daughter's been behind yeh fer a while.[/i]

Sunne froze, tips of her nails piercing apple flesh as she whipped her head around towards the men, dark eyes wide. The mad looking man quickly drew his own sword, obviously enraged he'd been spied on as he turned the corner to face Sunne himself. The shaman simply chuckled under his cloak and turned away, walking to safety. 

[color=lavender]"Look... I would have announced my presence but well, it was easier to hear your story without looking at that face during the retelling," [/color]Sunne said, smirking and tossing the apple right at the man's face when it turned redder from increased anger. Sunne laughed and booked it away from the guy who cried out angrily and began chasing her through the crowded market, sword out and just pushing past people as bits of apple clung to his scars now. 

Sunne's quick, light footed steps let her move with ease, but soon she was out of the crowded area and ducked between two homes. There was barely a drop of sweat on her smug face, eyes darting through the opening to see if the man would run right by or see her by chance.