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[b]Time:[/b] [color=E594FF]Morning[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=E594FF]Port Vanarosa[/color]
[b]Mentions:[/b] [color=E594FF]Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos] and Odds and Ends Shop [@princess][/color]
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320 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, and a cloak
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Tanithil watched with interest while the human's shape seemed to turn, twist, and shimmer to meet the mental image Ismael had in mind. Much to his disappointment it was simply another form of human. His shorter black hair was a different touch and the scars along his face seemed to have faded. Did humans always have ears this big? He couldn't tell just what may be wonky immediately, but his best guess would be that his ears seemed about twice as big as they were before. He snorted a little and let Ismael eye up his image in the mirror.

[color=magenta]"Don't think we really got much of a choice for ya considerin' that's the only one in town. Should be good enough if you choose an actual elven disguise, big guy."[/color] He turned and made sure all the amas were in order, sliding an extra 20 to the shopkeep with a serious expression. [color=magenta]"Oh by the way. We were never here."[/color] With that he grabbed his two items, pat Ismael on the back, and began to walk with him out the door. [color=magenta]"Seriously though. Either you become an elf or the hood should go back on on."[/color] He said with a hushed tone as they made their way out the door, letting Ismael decide which form to take.

With the shopping done Tanithil would guide Ismael from that particular stretch of town to a few back alley shortcuts he knew. [color=magenta]"Normally I'd show you around but I'm still wary of some wandering eye catching us in public and crying wolf."[/color] Walking down the alleyway was rather quiet, not too much trouble would typically surface so long as you moved quick and fast. But today it seemed the two were not quick enough. A single figure stepped into the middle of the pathway Tanithil and Ismael began to walk. The normal casual posture Tanithil had stopped as he straightened his back and put a hand out in front of Ismael to stop any forward progress. A deafening silence seemed to fill the air as the man and Tanithil stared daggers into each other. Finally the man stepped out, revealing himself to be another dark elf who spoke in a slightly gruff voice.

[color=firebrick]"This is our town, scrub!"[/color]

Almost immediately another higher pitched voice rang out from behind them. [color=lightsalmon]"Yeah, beat it!"[/color]

Two more figures approached from the left and right, surrounding the pair on all sides. Each person stood about 10 feet away from Tanithil and Ismael in either direction. To their front, a dark elf man. Behind them, a small fairy with a nasty scar under his eye. To their left, another dark elf who seemed short yet packed with muscle. Finally, to their right was an orc who stood taller than everyone there.

[color=firebrick]"On second thought. Why don't ya empty ya pockets and come along real quiet like so we can use ya for some fun in the fighting pits, eh?"[/color]

The orc spoke up. [color=lightsalmon]"Doubt they'd make more than a dozen amas. The one elf's real scrawny. The other ones got a bit of meat on 'im but doesn't look like much."[/color]

The dark elf, presumably the head of this bunch, snapped at the orc. [color=firebrick]"I don't fuckin pay you to consult and analyze our prey, dip-stick! I pay you for muscle. Now go fucking crush those twerps!"[/color]

[color=lightsalmon]"Right on."[/color] The orc's voice bellowed as he began to approach the two.

Tanithil's hand stayed near Ismael, the other moving in an instant to conjure a shadow-tinted blunderbuss, prompting the thugs to stop their advance for a moment. [color=magenta]"Woah there cowboys. I'm gonna need you all to slow your roll and realize who you're dealin' with. Lest you want a hole in each of your stomachs I think the best course of action would be to let us on through. I won't ask twice."[/color] He then pulled the hammer on his conjured gun and aimed it at the orc.

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