@lionqueen106
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“Easy, now Lajy, easy. I need you to listen to me, ocih? Three days, give me three or four days tops and I promise I will be back to you. Hide in the woods, stay safe and stay hidden, you know wolves like to roam this land in the evening times. We learned that lesson well enough.” An airy chuckle, the cobby built black horse giving a nicker and greedily scooping up the offered candy piece from his hand.
“Three days and I will have us some money, and then we can sleep under something other than the branches for a little bit.”
A bluff of breath, the animal shaking itself off a bit and cantering off into the deeper forest with a light smack to its haunches. The saddle and pack, with what little possessions he owned sat safe in the hollow of a big and old tree. And hopefully they would remain there by the time he returned. At least the walk wasn’t as far to the city as it had been the last time.
Ah yes, he’d nearly forgotten about how hospitable the local population in this country could be. He’d only been spat at twice, a personal best all things considered. Even still, he kept the red fabric pulled up close over his head and horns, kept his tail tucked back down one of his pants legs. That was sure to get cramps sooner than later. If one weren’t looking to closely, with his hands and head so covered in fabrics, he could probably pass for human. Regardless, he continued on.
The gates of Brabus were not anything too grand being clearly more built for defense than for design. Which in honesty didn’t bode as well for any needed and noticed escapes, but he was sneaky—he tried to be, at least. And with luck he would be in and out to Oniroess to sell whatever he managed to nab before onto..wherever there was to go next. The sun was shining dim behind the seemingly ever persistent cloud cover that kept the skies here so dulled, noting it unusual the lack of rains. Something about how the mountains nearby were sloped or similar, he’d heard mention of it on the road to here from a caravan. He didn’t much care.
Most buildings seem to be homes, and if not homes than small shops on this level of the city, the rising hill leading up to what looked like a military district. No towering castles though, the buildings being much more geometric in shape. Necessity versus fashion, once again. That seemed to be true for most things in Brabus, from the clothing to the small food he’d bought in his roaming the streets, to the buildings and even the people themselves. He assuredly stood out glaringly in his dressings against the native peoples, though most seemed to not care beyond a passing nasty glance in his direction. Oh, these homes were very much bigger, this part of town much less crowded. The more wealthy folk of the city. This would do nicely.
The bread in his hand was stale, but just barely so, and he picked small bits off of it throughout the remaining daylight as he walked between stone walls. He’d picked a mark already, the home with the dark stained wooden door and small plants out front that sat just slightly deeper than the two on either side. He hadn’t seen many people coming out of the residence nor had he seen too many imperial officers patrolling this area. Still, he would need to be careful, making another round of the city and buying another few slices of bread from a different vendor before the closed shop. It was dark now, well into the night by that point.
He’d taken up onto a bench nearby, one that sat mostly out of any lantern light, giving a few minutes pass to the last small huddle of people that went by before heading to a small lower floor window he’d noticed. A scullery maid had opened it much earlier to dump out old vegetables of some sort, he didn’t recognize the variety. And she’d apparently forgotten to lock it as well, the sill lifting and closing with only minor squeaking when he slid inside. Shouldn’t have been loud enough to alert anyone. Staying lower, making way through the kitchen and past closed doors, managing—with such wonderful luck—to find a bedroom that looked empty and open. The resident would no doubt soon be back, and with deft fingers and quiet steps he made his way in. He managed to find a few pieces of jewelry, a necklace and a bracelet, a few loose coin and comb that looked to have an inlay of some sort. It looked valuable at least. Servants passing in the hall, his steps halting with momentary panic before he covered a relieved sigh. The room was on the second floor, he could make the fall and be okay.
This window wasn’t very agreeable though, the lock picked easy enough but the dry grinding squeal of the wood causing him to freeze up. Someone had to have heard that, and looking down out the window, a wrought iron fence sat directly below that. A sharp and tall fence.
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“Easy, now Lajy, easy. I need you to listen to me, ocih? Three days, give me three or four days tops and I promise I will be back to you. Hide in the woods, stay safe and stay hidden, you know wolves like to roam this land in the evening times. We learned that lesson well enough.” An airy chuckle, the cobby built black horse giving a nicker and greedily scooping up the offered candy piece from his hand.
“Three days and I will have us some money, and then we can sleep under something other than the branches for a little bit.”
A bluff of breath, the animal shaking itself off a bit and cantering off into the deeper forest with a light smack to its haunches. The saddle and pack, with what little possessions he owned sat safe in the hollow of a big and old tree. And hopefully they would remain there by the time he returned. At least the walk wasn’t as far to the city as it had been the last time.
Ah yes, he’d nearly forgotten about how hospitable the local population in this country could be. He’d only been spat at twice, a personal best all things considered. Even still, he kept the red fabric pulled up close over his head and horns, kept his tail tucked back down one of his pants legs. That was sure to get cramps sooner than later. If one weren’t looking to closely, with his hands and head so covered in fabrics, he could probably pass for human. Regardless, he continued on.
The gates of Brabus were not anything too grand being clearly more built for defense than for design. Which in honesty didn’t bode as well for any needed and noticed escapes, but he was sneaky—he tried to be, at least. And with luck he would be in and out to Oniroess to sell whatever he managed to nab before onto..wherever there was to go next. The sun was shining dim behind the seemingly ever persistent cloud cover that kept the skies here so dulled, noting it unusual the lack of rains. Something about how the mountains nearby were sloped or similar, he’d heard mention of it on the road to here from a caravan. He didn’t much care.
Most buildings seem to be homes, and if not homes than small shops on this level of the city, the rising hill leading up to what looked like a military district. No towering castles though, the buildings being much more geometric in shape. Necessity versus fashion, once again. That seemed to be true for most things in Brabus, from the clothing to the small food he’d bought in his roaming the streets, to the buildings and even the people themselves. He assuredly stood out glaringly in his dressings against the native peoples, though most seemed to not care beyond a passing nasty glance in his direction. Oh, these homes were very much bigger, this part of town much less crowded. The more wealthy folk of the city. This would do nicely.
The bread in his hand was stale, but just barely so, and he picked small bits off of it throughout the remaining daylight as he walked between stone walls. He’d picked a mark already, the home with the dark stained wooden door and small plants out front that sat just slightly deeper than the two on either side. He hadn’t seen many people coming out of the residence nor had he seen too many imperial officers patrolling this area. Still, he would need to be careful, making another round of the city and buying another few slices of bread from a different vendor before the closed shop. It was dark now, well into the night by that point.
He’d taken up onto a bench nearby, one that sat mostly out of any lantern light, giving a few minutes pass to the last small huddle of people that went by before heading to a small lower floor window he’d noticed. A scullery maid had opened it much earlier to dump out old vegetables of some sort, he didn’t recognize the variety. And she’d apparently forgotten to lock it as well, the sill lifting and closing with only minor squeaking when he slid inside. Shouldn’t have been loud enough to alert anyone. Staying lower, making way through the kitchen and past closed doors, managing—with such wonderful luck—to find a bedroom that looked empty and open. The resident would no doubt soon be back, and with deft fingers and quiet steps he made his way in. He managed to find a few pieces of jewelry, a necklace and a bracelet, a few loose coin and comb that looked to have an inlay of some sort. It looked valuable at least. Servants passing in the hall, his steps halting with momentary panic before he covered a relieved sigh. The room was on the second floor, he could make the fall and be okay.
This window wasn’t very agreeable though, the lock picked easy enough but the dry grinding squeal of the wood causing him to freeze up. Someone had to have heard that, and looking down out the window, a wrought iron fence sat directly below that. A sharp and tall fence.