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Message: <blockquote data-quote="reddist" data-source="post: 2161952" data-attributes="member: 5212">The thugs pause at the entrance of the alley, and the taller one calls the shorter one close to him for a quick discussion.  The tall one whispers something, pointing first down the alley, and then down further down the street.  The short one nods in agreement, and hustles away, getting lost in the crowd. The tall one watches him leave for a second before turning to look around, glancing over the crowd to see who might be looking at him.  As he turns, light from a nearby lamp illuminates his thin, gaunt face.  Jaleph can see a smooth pink scar running from his temple to his chin, cutting through a pepper-grey beard.  Satisfied, Scar pulls his cloak tighter about him and slinks into the alley.Jaleph: [sblock] You feel his eyes wash over you only for a moment.  You do not feel like the tall one spotted you. [/sblock]Bran: [sblock] This short alley is not as dim as you might want for such work.  Too much light spills in from the lamps and torches at either end.  Still, discarded boxes and crates, narrow doorways, and empty ale kegs provide plenty of shadows to hide in.  Since Jaleph alerted you to their presence you can now feel them at your back.  If the tall one is really Mires, then the short one must be his cousin Milton; two of Hugo's most inept henchmen.  You might be doing Hugo a favor, really.[/sblock]</blockquote>