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Arsenio slowed his run to a walk as the girl tripped, stopping several feet away as she started to get up.  He took a moment to examine her, left hand coming to rest on his sword's crossguard and his right hanging loose.  While the relative lack of light in the alley concealed much of her features, he could tell the girl was small and dexterous.  He was still trying to discern more about her when she croaked out an excuse about someone having stuck their nose where it hadn't belonged and made to leave.  He was going to let her before he felt a shoulder crash into his side and a few fingers brush over his hip.  Ever alert, Arsenio's right hand shot out and gripped the girl's upper arm.  While there was malice to the grab, it swiftly faded and the monotone voice of the sociopath came forward.  [color=FFEF94]"You're not about to run off with my coin."[/color]

He took a long moment to look the would-be thief over, taking in every detail from her hat to her boots.  She was dirty on a bad day, dusty on a good one, and keen.  In here eyes he saw an opportunist, a girl that couldn't resist a loose pocket or heavy purse.  From the state of her dress, he could tell she had been less than fortunate lately, and she was desperate.  The look in Arsenio's eyes turned from a cold hardness to somewhat warmer stare.  His grip loosened slightly as he plucked the back of gold back, affixing it to his belt again.  [color=FFEF94]"Though, you do need it more than I do.  How does lunch sound about now?"[/color]  Without waiting for a proper answer, Arsenio began to pull the girl by her wrist towards the inn.  While he wasn't applying much force, he wasn't about to let go of her with the intention to give her some food in mind.  [color=FFEF94]"So, what's your name?  I never caught it."[/color]
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Isadora passed Faeril on her way back down to the inn's main room, giving her a slight smile as she passed.  Once in the room proper, she returned to the table at which she had sat earlier with that group, now waiting for Fae to finish what she had planned.  While waiting, she made a trip up to the bar to order herself a drink and some food, a simple mug of ale and a plate of some kind of meat.  It took a fair bit of time to prepare, but she received her meal and sat back down just as Fae returned from whatever it was that she had been doing.

[color=AF3131]"There wasn't much of interest, really.  Not that I was looking for anything,"[/color] she said between mouthfuls.  She looked up from her food just in time to see a mountain of a man come through the door, and she pegged him as a warrior of sorts immediately.  He went to the bar and exchanged words with the tavernkeep, resulting in him getting a number of keys, which his company took.  Not a female in them, Isadora noted.  He would definitely be a score if one existed.  [color=AF3131]"Fae, you'll forgive me if I don't head home yet.  I have some... additional business, to conduct,"[/color] she added, not acknowledging the fact that her covenmate was already gone.

Isa then noticed the wolf pup that had jumped from the man's shoulder, and made a conscious decision to get his attention.  With a light snap of her fingers, she leaned down from the table with some of her meal in hand in an attempt to get the small dog's attention.  And hopefully his favor as well.