This is no moonlight serenade ~Ursana~

[ashara]

“Nerome, do you know why?â€

 

He couldn’t look at him. It had been like this for days now. Carthwin knew the truth of course, or he had guessed well enough anyway. Why then was the man forcing him to own up? What happened to silent understandings?

 

“Nerome, answer me.â€

 

Calmly he got up. This was going to infuriate ‘Twin, but he’d rather leave than go through this once more. Picking up his knives he put them into his shirt pockets and began to clothe himself further- there was no point freezing in the night after all.

 

“Nerome! Answer me for light’s sake! Blood and Ashes, I’ve had more than enough of…â€

 

His best friend. Carthwin A’Rauly. He’d always been an angry sort of youth, but then, so was Nerome. One more word and this would break into a fight. Since when had Carthwin become such a motherly presence in the band? Frustration had set an uneasy mood on the players recently. No one wanted to go out much, not with him or Carth anyway and if they did otherwise, they made sure news didn’t reach the others news.

 

A cool breeze greeted Nerome as he stepped into the night, eyes adjusting to the night as it suddenly swamped his vision. Quickly enough though, the shapes and outlines become clear again and sounds came and left his ears. His senses had sharpened a lot since they had begun to be tracked, but then, everyone’s had. Natural instinct when you are being followed after all is to run.

 

There weren’t many people out in the city at night, for all its noise and activity during the daytime and even late evening. It made him a little anxious- was it stupid to have gone out alone now? Perhaps. But his mood wouldn’t have allowed any other way. The only way to stick this out was to get someone else stuck. A target. Any target. Creeping deeper and deeper into the night, Nerome waited. He would steal tonight, even if it was worth little.

 

-Nerome

Majorly Retroed

Thief

[TaeaDawn]

There were times when Ursana Tahn Sakhr, hated his name. He'd been to three taverns that night so far, had let his name slip, and had been surrounded by tales of his daring-do sister. It was hard to bite his tongue and this last time he'd just stormed out as soon as someone asked him if he knew Rosheen Tahn Sakhr. The mohawked marvel could rot in the bore for all he cared. He hadn't seen her in years and wanted nothing more than to get out of Tar Valon without sight of her. A little gambling, a little drinking, as much time with a girl dandying his knee and then a straight shot out onto the open road. That was the life Sana led and the life he loved.

 

So why was it so hard to get the image of Rosheen out of his mind? Why was it so hard to push aside the pride he had felt, seeing the respect his sister had earned from the men and women that knew her? She had abandonded him when he was 6, just left the caravan and had never looked back. His parents were begging him to see Rosheen while they were in the city, they claimed she had asked to see him, but he didn't think he could face her now. He didn't think he would ever be able to face her without thinking about how she had left it. It was with those thoughts running through his head that he tried to find a fourth tavern tonight. One that had never heard the name Tahn Sakhr.

 

[ashara]

He found his target soon enough. Strong, tall, walking with all the youth in the world embedded in his face and body. What was more interesting though and the reason in fact that it was this man he chose tonight, was the fact that he was not completely present. You could see it in the way he walked, the way he was looking at the Tavern sign, but not reading it. Even in this dark, you could see he wasn’t in the real world. The urge pulled at him already, simply to go by him and grab him with the deftness that came so easily now. There was of course one very important question that was yet to be answered. Did he even have anything to steal? No point groping around in the dark if there was nothing to find. Oh well, he would simply follow him then until he found out. It was not like he had anything else to do.

 

And so they went, weaving in and out of taverns and shadows with a speed that made him curious about the man before him. Was he looking for something? Or was he merely restless? He wondered idly if the man had already sensed he was being followed- as adept as Nerome had become with clinging to the shadow and hiding himself, he was no match for instinct. And that in a nutshell as Carth had told him, was the tough part of thievery. It was only on their fourth stop that he finally discovered what he had been looking for. The man did have money. Enough even, to buy him a good meal and some ale when he returned. He left the tavern the instant he saw him take out his coin bag, going out to stand more towards the back, where everything was pitch black. It was only then that he realized, that it must be pretty damn late.

 

He would do it quickly he decided. He had done enough waiting around for what could’ve been four such deals. Nerome stood for a few minutes, watching the man walk in one direction as mentally he marked out the path he would be taking. First he’d keep to the sides of the buildings, and then the moment they reached the turn, he’d do it. He was going towards the Tower he realized as he crept on behind him. And to the left, more, darker, left, more. What in name of Light was he going over there for? Deft, Soundless, Untraceable. Was he from the Tower Guard? Oh gods. One. Two.

 

Three.

 

It happened in a flash. He had noted where he had placed the bag upon leaving the Tavern, making things much easier for Nerome. Grabbing it quickly, Nerome broke into a run.

 

 

OOC: Errrrrr....no clue what happens next!

[TaeaDawn]

Sana stared up at the Tower as he walked around Tar Valon. He had no clear path, no clear idea of where he was going, no matter that his feet led him unerringly towards the Warder Yards. Towards her. It was the last place he wanted to be and just as he was about to turn and walk away, he felt his coin pouch suddenly getting pulled away.

 

He turned in time to see someone running away and there was little time to question what to do. There was little crime in Tar Valon, but even the cleanest city with the harshest rules couldn't be completely free. Without thought, he took off after the thief.

 

It probably wasn't the smartest thing he could do, but Ursana Tahn Sakhr had never been accused of being the smartest of the bunch. Most impulsive, possibly, and certainly most likely to end up in unexpected trouble. A habit that amused his father and worried his mother to no end since their son was naturally sweet natured and laid back in attitude. Still, trouble always seemed to find him and tonight he had decided to run after it.

 

The thief ran on and Sana followed, thanking the creator for the stamina he had from running alongside the family caravan. The thief wasn't stopping for him though and he wasn't slowing down either. In fact, he started heading down some passageways that Sana knew were best left alone, but he couldn't let go of the chase. The boy, he decided it was a boy or maybe young man, threw down a stack of crates and Sana jumped over them, landing badly and rolled to the ground. He jumped up and ran on.

 

Another stack of boxes went down and the thief had made some distance between them. Finally he threw a barrel down and started to jump a small wall into another back street. Sana went tumbling down after her tripped on the barrel. "Peace, light, bless the creator that hurt!" He said as he came to his feet, stepping gingerly on one ankle that seemed to be pretty sore.