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<blockquote data-quote="texastoast" data-source="post: 7140448" data-attributes="member: 6873909"><p>Even over the din of the market <strong>Tarsin</strong> had no trouble picking out the tune of his bard's signal. He lingered a few minutes, as agreed beforehand; no need to broadcast his relationship with his spy by following him in directly. He pretended to study the wares of a clothing and textile merchant while keeping a close eye on the doorway, the half-giant guarding it, and the compound behind them. In truth Tarsin would have felt more at home shopping here than skulking about for a <em>job</em>. Despite the intervening years since his patron's death, Tarsin remembered what it was to be accustomed to a certain lifestyle. He still believed that it was his due to be wearing fineries such as he currently held in his hands. He ignored the wary eyes of the shopkeeper, set down the silk tunic he had been halfheartedly examining, and made his way, without undue haste, to his real destination.</p><p></p><p>Although he and Akylanthes had of course read the letter that brought them here, Tarsin nevertheless held it upside-down to the half-giant guarding the gate. No sense announcing his literacy, even as unlikely as the half-giant was to pick up on it. Tarsin had learned how to be cautious around the powerful of Tyr. The half-giant merely grunted, stepped aside, and pushed the door open enough for Tarsin to enter, avoiding, of course, the steel door handles, which glowed almost red they were so hot from the midday sun. Tarsin pulled his shabby linen cloak and hood about him, hiding his identity and his clothes from the notice of idle onlookers. He still dressed like a templar as much as possible, and today his cloak hid finer garments than anything on the merchant stalls outside. It reminded him of what he had lost, and of what he would yet reclaim.</p><p></p><p>He entered the courtyard and heard the door shut with a thud behind him. Tarsin had no trouble keeping himself from looking in Akylanthes' direction, as he was only vaguely aware of the several people in the courtyard with him. He was very aware, however, of the fountain in its center. He tried to hide the malice that rose in him as he witnessed that display of opulence. As if the walled compound and gate guard were not enough, this was the clearest proof that someone was doing very well under the current leadership in Tyr, and was showing off the fact in the loudest way possible. Tarsin gritted his teeth and took up a place in the shade, contemplating what he and his patron would do to infidels like this when their time came.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="texastoast, post: 7140448, member: 6873909"] Even over the din of the market [B]Tarsin[/B] had no trouble picking out the tune of his bard's signal. He lingered a few minutes, as agreed beforehand; no need to broadcast his relationship with his spy by following him in directly. He pretended to study the wares of a clothing and textile merchant while keeping a close eye on the doorway, the half-giant guarding it, and the compound behind them. In truth Tarsin would have felt more at home shopping here than skulking about for a [I]job[/I]. Despite the intervening years since his patron's death, Tarsin remembered what it was to be accustomed to a certain lifestyle. He still believed that it was his due to be wearing fineries such as he currently held in his hands. He ignored the wary eyes of the shopkeeper, set down the silk tunic he had been halfheartedly examining, and made his way, without undue haste, to his real destination. Although he and Akylanthes had of course read the letter that brought them here, Tarsin nevertheless held it upside-down to the half-giant guarding the gate. No sense announcing his literacy, even as unlikely as the half-giant was to pick up on it. Tarsin had learned how to be cautious around the powerful of Tyr. The half-giant merely grunted, stepped aside, and pushed the door open enough for Tarsin to enter, avoiding, of course, the steel door handles, which glowed almost red they were so hot from the midday sun. Tarsin pulled his shabby linen cloak and hood about him, hiding his identity and his clothes from the notice of idle onlookers. He still dressed like a templar as much as possible, and today his cloak hid finer garments than anything on the merchant stalls outside. It reminded him of what he had lost, and of what he would yet reclaim. He entered the courtyard and heard the door shut with a thud behind him. Tarsin had no trouble keeping himself from looking in Akylanthes' direction, as he was only vaguely aware of the several people in the courtyard with him. He was very aware, however, of the fountain in its center. He tried to hide the malice that rose in him as he witnessed that display of opulence. As if the walled compound and gate guard were not enough, this was the clearest proof that someone was doing very well under the current leadership in Tyr, and was showing off the fact in the loudest way possible. Tarsin gritted his teeth and took up a place in the shade, contemplating what he and his patron would do to infidels like this when their time came. [/QUOTE]
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