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Post by Vecchio on Apr 20, 2022 14:13:20 GMT
Old Laris? The old woman's words rang in the young tiefling's ears as he watched her walk away for a second before he moved towards the alleyway. The plastered smile on his face began to melt into a concerned look as he continued to run that name through his mind over and over. He heard the name before through the rumor mill but the rumors were so all over the place that he took them with a grain of salt.
As soon as he entered the alley, Vecchio spotted the stairs the old woman described. Following her directions to the letter, he eventually made his way up to Kenku row for a better view of the city. Even though he lived in the city his whole life, Vecchio couldn't help but admire Vynne's beauty for a brief second. One area that immediately drew his attention was the arena. As he thought about tonight's big event, a strange sensation ran through his body and centralized in the left side of his chest. Like before, the color in his eyes swirled and Vecchio felt a sudden surge of "confidence".
With a half smile and cocked eyebrow, he whispered to himself, "Ok. I think I will."
Shifting his view away from the arena, Vecchio looked towards the streets for any more prospects.
Perception check 1d20 (19) - 1 Result: 18
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Post by Humble Chris on Apr 20, 2022 18:43:10 GMT
The streets below Vecchio were ripe for the taking - in terms of targets, he was spoiled for choices. A fat merchant in a plush velvet coat - something far heavier than the season warranted, was preoccupied at the table of another vendor. An orc wearing the attire and demeanor of a bodyguard stood nearby; his burly arms folded across his chest.
Not far from the merchant, a pair of well-dressed ladies took in the day, talking amongst themselves and blissfully unaware of their surroundings. Both of them were attended by maidens who were weighed down with heavy-looking bags - no doubt purchases they had made throughout the day.
At the corner of the next street, a pair of gnomes strummed instruments and played a cheerful song in their language. A halfling accompanying them beat her hands on a tambourine, and a goblin woman danced along to entice more pedestrians to drop a few coins into their waiting hat.
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