Elias
Elias arched a brow as a mongoose tried to grab the fabric, and Elias continued to tug, not hard enough to hurt the animal. When Hyperion let go, Elias pulled the fabric away, and studied it. "A shirt, you say? Do you know what kind of fabric this is, kid?" He shot a glance over his shoulder to his unattended stall, thankful one of his men had stepped up to watch it.
"You've got some talent," he mused, turning his gaze from the boy to the people around them. "See that woman?" He leaned to murmur, nodding toward a woman in the crowd. She had rings on her fingers, and a pouch on her side.
"Bring me something from her, without getting caught." He wrapped the fabric around his hand, and moved to rest against a wall. He was native, and those who knew his business didn't care to watch him, those who didn't assumed he was simply waiting for someone.
"You've got some talent," he mused, turning his gaze from the boy to the people around them. "See that woman?" He leaned to murmur, nodding toward a woman in the crowd. She had rings on her fingers, and a pouch on her side.
"Bring me something from her, without getting caught." He wrapped the fabric around his hand, and moved to rest against a wall. He was native, and those who knew his business didn't care to watch him, those who didn't assumed he was simply waiting for someone.
Nothing around here is quite as it seems,
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
