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Bastian von Diederich
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Date Posted: 00:26:17 11/16/01 Fri
In reply to:
Haerūthion
's message, "* well*>>>" on 22:11:34 11/15/01 Thu
§-§ Dashing down the road, making little noise, the boy of fifteen rushes into the marketplace, away from the Tor. Eyes of blue glint slyly, mischief obviously in his mind. Short hair of light blonde color is a tossled mess. Already his hands are dirty and his face smudged with something or other, but by his fine clothing it is obvious he is no street boy. §-§
§-§ Finally sure he is far away enough from the grandour of the castle he slows to a casual walk, stride long and confident, a thoughtful smirk on his young, yet also handsome face. But the smirk is quickly wiped away by the sound of voices nearby, the harshness of them catching his attention. Silently padding to the street corner he peers around, a scowl quickly forming at the sight before him. Slave trading. The one thing that throughly disgusted him. His eyes look thoughtfully over the girl, sympathy felt for her position, yet he could tell just by looking at her she would not have wanted his, or anyone's, sympathy. Gaze then turns sharply to the one supposedly 'purchasing' the girl, eyes narrowing slightly. By the looks of him, he was certainly not one to be trusted, or even liked. §-§
§-§ Deciding to keep an eye on the going-on's, incase his 'assistance' was needed, he strolls casually across the street, browsing through the carts, yet all the while keeping an unnoticed eye on the three... §-§
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