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[color=1BC617]Time: 10 am, Soller
Location: Alleyways in Roshmi City
Interactions: Nabarra [@nasty]
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Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with about 120 amas[/color]
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Orias only nodded as Nabarra spoke of an inability to start over, a truth he had not considered. This made sense, it was easier for him to change his name, hide his heritage, and simply pretend he was someone new. His past was not so inherently tied to his very race, while a dark elf would attract negative attention just about anywhere. But even what he did wasn’t really starting over, it erased nothing, he still carried all his failures, all he had done was remove himself from a position that would allow him to cause further harm. At the end of the day all that had changed was superficial; his appearance, his surroundings, his routine. He was the same coward, he hid and deceived, and struggled to find the light. [color=1BC617][i]And even the dark elf has more wisdom and clarity than I. It is no wonder why Solaris wills my magic to fester and rot away inside an unworthy vessel.[/i][/color] His own thoughts sneaking in, drawing his attention away from much of what Nabarra said, but they seemed to be on the same page when it came to avoiding those who served the wishes of the crown.  

Even sticking to the back alleyways that snaked and twisted through the city, Nabarra would easily draw attention from anyone they passed. Light and dark elves did not travel together, he would gain suspicion as well, and the last thing he wanted was people looking too closely. It would be much easier on his own, no one would pay any attention to a lone light elf minding his business. But that felt wrong, to leave someone in a city that would no doubt be hostile to them, and with little amas to spend on top of it. He managed a forced chuckle as she mentioned donning a beard and old clothes. 

[color=1BC617]“Too bad you're much too tall to throw on a beard and pass for a dwarf. Cover the ears, wear a hood, and try and pass yourself as some reptilian demi?”[/color] He suggested. [color=1BC617]“I think between us we can cover a disguise and a few rounds. What are amas for if not spending? And [i]improvising[/i] might lead to the loss of a hand or time in a cell. I can speak with the tailor if you wish”[/color] Orias unclipped his own pouch of amas and shook it, noting that it was getting light as well. He still found it strange to have to think about money, for most of his life it had always just been there. An easy solution to most problems, but accessing his bank accounts would make him trackable, and so they sat undisturbed.[/color]