Alazarn pulled his hood low over his face. It was getting late near the Prancing Pony, but, as always, people surrounded the fountain with music and laughter. Too loud, too annoying, too... different. His jacket was pulled close around his body, his cloak flying freely. His spear, Menardi, was leaned against the cobblestone wall that he was also leaned against. His cold eyes surveyed everything. Suddenly, he noticed a figure next to him. The figure had been so quiet that they had walked up and leaned on the opposite wall... without him hearing a sound. The figure wore a dark green hood, and a green and brown hauberk. A quiver and bow were slung over their shoulder and two daggers were at their sides. Looking at the outline of the body, he could tell it was a young woman, probably about seventeen to eighteen years old. Far too young to be out on the streets of Bree-town this late.
After a while he spoke quietly. “You a local?” He asked the girl. The girl just shrugged.
“Of a sort.”
Alazarn laughed softly, and looked back down at his jacket. “A thief.”
“No, a hunter.”
“If you were a hunter, then you must be quite talented. I wasn't aware that a hunter's coin purse could be so heavy.”
Alazarn watched as the girls hand drifted towards her side, where her coin purse was earlier. “How did you?...”
“It's an art.” He said with a grin as he tossed the coin purse back to the girl. “What's your name? I'm Alazarn.”
The girl caught her purse quickly. “What does it matter to you?”
“I'm just making polite conversation is all.”
“Well stop, you're bothering me.”
“I am? Well, I'll tell you your name then, since you obviously don't know how to be polite. You're that girl, Jazilin, aren't you? The Bree Guards have a bounty on your head, you know. Pretty easy gold if you ask me.”
“Well, you can always try to take me in.”
“Nah, I'm having fun just talking to you. You don't seem like that bad of a criminal.”
Jazilin shot him a look out of her green eyes. “I wasn't aware that I was.”
“You didn't deny it.”
“Nor did I agree.”
Alazarn turned his head fully and looked Jazilin over. His eyes were ice-blue and seemed to hold much more experience then his face led to believe. She felt like she was being searched for something, something that was in her soul...
“I'll see you around... Jazzy.”
Alazarn turned and left, his boots making dull footfalls against the cobblestone streets. His jacket swayed in the wind and the spears on his back gleamed brightly under the lamp posts.
