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Post by Admin on May 24, 2017 15:56:24 GMT
*The glint of the morning sun on the coins as they are handed over bring a small tear to the scavengers eye, as he takes them and quickly hides them in an inner pocket. He then takes a knee in the filthy grime covered alleyway and lowers his head*
"Sir, I must now admit that I held back info from you as you were only interested in my nose, I myself was once known as Trevion the tracker and a master of my trade. The three that were resting here were approached by a fourth not but two hours ago they got up and followed this new man out of the alley the way we entered it. From there I can tell you they turned to the right but nothing more as the open street is too well traveled and the scent has been lost. From the scents in this alley it seems these three frequent this location if that is at all helpful."
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Post by walkerwillis on May 24, 2017 17:21:09 GMT
"Thank you for the honesty, goodman Trevion, you man rise." After giving the mast tracker a few moments to rise, walker continues. "That info is indeed helpful. I am very interested in the smell of death. Seeing as necromancy is illegal, and this could be a possible threat to the people in this town, expecially the less fortunate, i intend to investigate further. If only to give healing to the one injured, should it only be that." Walker pauses for a moment before continuing. "Is there anything of interest on the scent of the fourth? Any further details?"
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Post by Admin on May 24, 2017 18:00:52 GMT
*Trevion fluidly gets to his feet*
"The small smell of death is not uncommon in alleyways here of late, too many that have run out of resources simply starve to death in a forgotten corner if they are unwilling to do what they must to survive. As for the scent of the fourth it did not linger here long and is very faint, what I can pick up from it is much time spent traveling there are some scents not found in north of the kingdom."
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Post by walkerwillis on May 24, 2017 18:21:27 GMT
Walker nods. "Thanks you for the assistance, Trevion. I think this will do for now. I will keep an eye on this spot, and should i see the three men here again, i would like to call upon you, and maybe follow them. These may be some who are willing to so what they need to survive. Where can i find you, should i have need of your skills further? Even after this, i may have need of your skills again, you can count on this."
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Post by Admin on May 24, 2017 18:36:01 GMT
"For you good sir you may find me in that same tavern It is the Iron Keg finest tavern in all of Soldrien. And with that I bid you ado and good luck"
*Trevion gives a slight bow before heading away back to the tavern*
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Post by walkerwillis on May 24, 2017 18:46:52 GMT
Walker nods as Trevion bows, and walks with him a little ways. "Oh," walker says, remembering something. "If you catch wind of the creepy fellow with strainge scents, and happen to follow him, i would be very grateful. Also, should you have need of me, i am the sheriff of shallowford, so you can reach me there."
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Post by walkerwillis on May 24, 2017 18:50:06 GMT
With that, walker splits ways and continues his searcg for viktor. This dang gypsy really dosnt want to be found! But knowing that it needs to be him that searches for viktor, and not a tracker, walker presses on.
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Post by Admin on May 24, 2017 19:05:13 GMT
*Most of the day passes rather uneventfully for Walker, I mean sure there are many street venders and performers but none of this even gives the slightest of hit as the thing walker is searching for*
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Post by walkerwillis on May 25, 2017 2:57:32 GMT
Throughout the day today, walker had a hard time focusing on his search. In his heart, he knew viktor was dead. He was there the day is body reformed. He was apart of his spirit fairwell. Right now, something pressed on his heart. He starts looking at the people, instead of through them. To the downtrodden, to the homeless, to the starving. He really takes it all in.
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Post by Admin on May 26, 2017 20:31:56 GMT
*As the hours fly past and near countless numbers of street performers or merchants pass before his gaze, Walker is faintly aware that he too is being watched....*
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Post by walkerwillis on May 27, 2017 0:26:49 GMT
And it is now time to go. Walker makes his way to the nearest guildhouse with much sunlight still left. Keeping his eyes open to his surroundings, and not walking too closely to any allyway entrences. With the hair on his neck standing on end, and every instinct that has been trained popping off, he arainges for a spiritwalk and GTFO's.
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