"Buyer?" Iarei was looking at Jester when both Dirken and Erryl both were suddenly lending their own inquiries over Iarei's own. Then Jester stepped aside, giving Iarei access to both Dirken and Erryl. Iarei was, suddenly, rather confused. Had not Jester told Iarei she knew where to go? Did she not know the streets? The woman looked smug, like a dog who had performed a rather clever trick and knew it was about to be rewarded.
She chose to ignore Dirken and Erryl for the moment.
"While astonishing you managed to find these two, I still do not see him. We need to find him, and before dark if possible. Who knows what he intends to do with the things -- though now that we are here, you two should head back to the room. Or, perhaps if you know where he is, or might be. . ." She eyed them thoughtfully, since her confidence in Jester had been compromised. There was a coal burning in her chest, licking hot at her mouth, ready to burn anyone who questioned her or wasted any more time. It was, really, quite ready to turn on Jester, since the woman seemed quite keen on wasting time. She was probably still drummed in the head, no matter what sputterings she'd managed to the contrary. Iarei resisted rolling her eyes, but only barely.
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Much as Dirken would like to hand over the issue to the women and go to sleep, Iarei's rant sounded urgent. "He? What things?" A chill settled in his spine. "Did somebody steal the statues?" Dirken needed to trade those statues either to their previous owners or for enough money to protect himself... to lose them would be a death sentence.
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Erryl realized immediately that Iarei's boy was absent, and from what the woman was saying, she hadn't simply left him at the inn. He had run from her once, brought Erryl along with him to get caught up in this disaster, so it was not surprising to Erryl that the boy was up to mischief once again. That is, if his assumptions were right, of course.
What confused him, however, was the suggestion that the boy had stolen the statues. Why would he want them? Despite his strong desire to find out more information, from the way the humans were talking, asking anything would be futile. With some effort, Erryl kept his mouth shut, thinking things over as he listened to the frantic conversation.
Still, he couldn't understand why the boy would steal the statues. And what does Iarei mean by "Who knows what he intends to do with the things"? What is there to do? Sell them? Give them to the scary men? The only thing that made sense was that he was hiding them for Iarei to collect later, while she made it look like she knew nothing about what he was doing. Plausible, but...
Somehow, something didn't feel right about the situation, besides the obvious, as though there was something big that Erryl was missing from the picture.
What confused him, however, was the suggestion that the boy had stolen the statues. Why would he want them? Despite his strong desire to find out more information, from the way the humans were talking, asking anything would be futile. With some effort, Erryl kept his mouth shut, thinking things over as he listened to the frantic conversation.
Still, he couldn't understand why the boy would steal the statues. And what does Iarei mean by "Who knows what he intends to do with the things"? What is there to do? Sell them? Give them to the scary men? The only thing that made sense was that he was hiding them for Iarei to collect later, while she made it look like she knew nothing about what he was doing. Plausible, but...
Somehow, something didn't feel right about the situation, besides the obvious, as though there was something big that Erryl was missing from the picture.
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Jester realized - a bit belatedly, perhaps, and with a good heap of help from Iarei's I Am Most Displeased glower and the following response - that they might not have been looking for Dirken after all. Erryl, neither, since both were here and Iarei still looked like a kettle about to boil over with vengeful retribution. So, who else...?
Oh. Oh. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Boy since he'd been unhelpfully helpful, grabbed the ball and left. Recalling that moment only gave her a few fuzzy images, some hazy words, but she couldn't remember if he had said where he was going. Not in the inn, if they were out here looking, but where else would he go? A boy on the streets of Marn, free to be distracted by any passing attraction? He could be anywhere by now.
She was about to suggest they go back to the inn and look for signs of his presence, find if any passersby had seen him, but Dirken broke in with his bit about stolen statues and the words froze in her mouth. Shit, she cursed inwardly, did they know? Did they suspect her?
Jester's face paled beneath the tan, noticeable only to a sharp eye - or one looking for it. They couldn't know. Could they? No one had seen her. Had Iarei been awake the whole time? No, no, she would be turning that furious gaze on Jester then. But then... there was a thought niggling at her beneath her panic, waiting for the moment she relaxed enough for it to slip in. She remembered:
- There was one at her fingertips, a roll of her wrist letting it slid silently into her palm, but where was the other? Her hurried pat down of the purse - it jingled a little, but not, she hoped, enough to wake Iarei - revealed no other statue shape. Shit. Had it fallen out without their noticing? -
The second statue. The one she couldn't find. She had been the last to leave the room, so only Iarei or Boy could have taken it, if it was taken. Only, she had never suspected that one of their group would dare steal from the others - ignoring her own theft, of course, because that was for a greater good - and so she had never thought to blame him. And he had been so close, only a few feet away.
"Boy has the statue?" she blurted out, looking about as though he might appear in the corner of her eye at the mention of his name. They needed to check alleyways, question people, find the statue before it fell into the wrong hands. They needed to move.
Oh. Oh. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Boy since he'd been unhelpfully helpful, grabbed the ball and left. Recalling that moment only gave her a few fuzzy images, some hazy words, but she couldn't remember if he had said where he was going. Not in the inn, if they were out here looking, but where else would he go? A boy on the streets of Marn, free to be distracted by any passing attraction? He could be anywhere by now.
She was about to suggest they go back to the inn and look for signs of his presence, find if any passersby had seen him, but Dirken broke in with his bit about stolen statues and the words froze in her mouth. Shit, she cursed inwardly, did they know? Did they suspect her?
Jester's face paled beneath the tan, noticeable only to a sharp eye - or one looking for it. They couldn't know. Could they? No one had seen her. Had Iarei been awake the whole time? No, no, she would be turning that furious gaze on Jester then. But then... there was a thought niggling at her beneath her panic, waiting for the moment she relaxed enough for it to slip in. She remembered:
- There was one at her fingertips, a roll of her wrist letting it slid silently into her palm, but where was the other? Her hurried pat down of the purse - it jingled a little, but not, she hoped, enough to wake Iarei - revealed no other statue shape. Shit. Had it fallen out without their noticing? -
The second statue. The one she couldn't find. She had been the last to leave the room, so only Iarei or Boy could have taken it, if it was taken. Only, she had never suspected that one of their group would dare steal from the others - ignoring her own theft, of course, because that was for a greater good - and so she had never thought to blame him. And he had been so close, only a few feet away.
"Boy has the statue?" she blurted out, looking about as though he might appear in the corner of her eye at the mention of his name. They needed to check alleyways, question people, find the statue before it fell into the wrong hands. They needed to move.
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There was a difficulty in reacting with anger to something when you were already close to exploding in a fine mist of bloody vengeance, but still somehow Iarei managed it. She couldn't quite commit herself to violence, considering it too dangerous an act for her fingers which -- she reminded herself with some pain -- were worth more than Jester's skinny neck. She tried to not look at the other woman for fear that she might just go ahead and tackle her to the ground, anyways. She took several deep breaths.
"Boy has the statues." She said slowly, without directly answering Dirken or Jester. "He will likely head for the worst section of this town for a place to hide out. Not back to where he got them, but maybe somewhere nearby. I do not know the city well enough to know where that would be. So I suggest one of you quickly speak up if you know, so we can go now before the day ends and he is found by those looking to do us no good. Do not waste my time."
She folded her arms, lips pinched and white, mind blaring messages of how boy was likely already caught at this incalculable delay. She would have liked to see them all beaten, so that maybe some small nugget of good sense might worm its way into their thick skulls, so that she would not quite feel like screaming her rage at the sky, the city, the people. This was not how her first few days in Marn were supposed to be like. She was only in the damn place for a second day's span, so how was it that she was already finding her intentions crumbling and twisted?
She wanted to blame the people before her, but even that anger paled beneath the behemoth of her regard for boy. Why couldn't he just listen? What was wrong with him?
"Boy has the statues." She said slowly, without directly answering Dirken or Jester. "He will likely head for the worst section of this town for a place to hide out. Not back to where he got them, but maybe somewhere nearby. I do not know the city well enough to know where that would be. So I suggest one of you quickly speak up if you know, so we can go now before the day ends and he is found by those looking to do us no good. Do not waste my time."
She folded her arms, lips pinched and white, mind blaring messages of how boy was likely already caught at this incalculable delay. She would have liked to see them all beaten, so that maybe some small nugget of good sense might worm its way into their thick skulls, so that she would not quite feel like screaming her rage at the sky, the city, the people. This was not how her first few days in Marn were supposed to be like. She was only in the damn place for a second day's span, so how was it that she was already finding her intentions crumbling and twisted?
She wanted to blame the people before her, but even that anger paled beneath the behemoth of her regard for boy. Why couldn't he just listen? What was wrong with him?
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Dirken may be slow in some regards, but he wasn't stupid, and he picked up the discrepency immediately.
"Boy has the statue?"
"Boy has the statues."
Well, well. Jester had nimble fingers too. It was quite common in such types of people. But Dirk needed to get both of those statues sold on, which meant he couldn't just let her wander off with one. Was Boy in her plan, too? Did she take the statues and pin it on him, or take one, give him the other and thus give him legitimate motive to flee, to cover her theft? No, no... if that was the plan she wouldn't have made such an obvious mistake. That had been genuine, mistake-inducing surprise, unless it was a crazily intricate double bluff.
"We should split up. Different groups to last time, in case we're being tracked. Jester and Erryl know the city best, so I'll go with Jester and you with Erryl. Jester, Erryl: where are our most promising spots?"
"Boy has the statue?"
"Boy has the statues."
Well, well. Jester had nimble fingers too. It was quite common in such types of people. But Dirk needed to get both of those statues sold on, which meant he couldn't just let her wander off with one. Was Boy in her plan, too? Did she take the statues and pin it on him, or take one, give him the other and thus give him legitimate motive to flee, to cover her theft? No, no... if that was the plan she wouldn't have made such an obvious mistake. That had been genuine, mistake-inducing surprise, unless it was a crazily intricate double bluff.
"We should split up. Different groups to last time, in case we're being tracked. Jester and Erryl know the city best, so I'll go with Jester and you with Erryl. Jester, Erryl: where are our most promising spots?"
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Though understandably surprised and concerned by this sudden turn of events, Erryl tried very hard to think of places where the boy might have run off to. It was likely he would find a place to hide his prize to collect later, in which case he would have to find a place few people would think to look. If he kept it with him and tried to find a place to hide, however, he could be anywhere at all. Erryl decided to go with the first option, considering it more reasonable, though perhaps too reasonable for a child. Which led to another thought...
"Have you visited many places in Marn?" This question was directed at Iarei. "I mean, I just think that he might be more likely to go to a place he remembers rather than wandering aimlessly... So I'm just wondering if there's any place you spent a lot of time, where he might have taken particular notice of, or... something like that."
"Have you visited many places in Marn?" This question was directed at Iarei. "I mean, I just think that he might be more likely to go to a place he remembers rather than wandering aimlessly... So I'm just wondering if there's any place you spent a lot of time, where he might have taken particular notice of, or... something like that."
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While Erryl's mind calmly contemplated the most likely possibilities, Jester's went skittering off into brightly colored tangents from her childhood. Fourteen years blurred a lot together, but if there was one thing she remembered, it was mischief. Marn had seemed imaginably huge to her younger self (so laughably so it made her almost cringe now to remember) and every alley had been filled with the mysterious smells of adventure, which mostly smelled like piss and rotting, but nonetheless. One of the first things her parents had done was list off the places she was never ever to go ever, and of course the first thing she had done was go explore them.
There were plenty back then, but now only two really stood out in her mind. She had only gone to one once, too murky and beggar-filled for even her eleven-year-old tastes, but the other one stood fresh in her mind as hours of forbidden rusty fun.
"The Industrial district," she said, the second Erryl was done. "Or the Historical district. That's where I would go, anyway - if I was a brat, anyway, which I'm not, but anyway. The Industrial district is that way," she swiveled and pointed to the left, "And the Historical district is, um... that way." Her other hand pointed in the opposite direction so that she stood like a rather ridiculous cross in the middle of the street, a dilemma that couldn't be solved by them staying in a group. That was a pity, because she really, really didn't want to be alone with Dirky. Who knew why he had suggested they go together, but she suspected that he had figured out that she had figured him out, and wanted to get rid of her, the better to murder the rest of them.
She sent a quick pleading glance to Iarei to read her mind and realize that even more than Boy, he was bad news, but said nothing. She just stayed with her arms uplifted and waited for someone else to take the lead.
There were plenty back then, but now only two really stood out in her mind. She had only gone to one once, too murky and beggar-filled for even her eleven-year-old tastes, but the other one stood fresh in her mind as hours of forbidden rusty fun.
"The Industrial district," she said, the second Erryl was done. "Or the Historical district. That's where I would go, anyway - if I was a brat, anyway, which I'm not, but anyway. The Industrial district is that way," she swiveled and pointed to the left, "And the Historical district is, um... that way." Her other hand pointed in the opposite direction so that she stood like a rather ridiculous cross in the middle of the street, a dilemma that couldn't be solved by them staying in a group. That was a pity, because she really, really didn't want to be alone with Dirky. Who knew why he had suggested they go together, but she suspected that he had figured out that she had figured him out, and wanted to get rid of her, the better to murder the rest of them.
She sent a quick pleading glance to Iarei to read her mind and realize that even more than Boy, he was bad news, but said nothing. She just stayed with her arms uplifted and waited for someone else to take the lead.
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Iarei was suspicious of Dirken's sudden decisive pairing, but it ran along anger-infused lines that had nothing to do with the crookedness of either of them. She narrowed her eyes. Did Dirken think her so ineffectual and harried that she was incapable of making the decisions? There was something there, she could sense it, and she thought she might want to spend some time alone with the man who looked a bit too clever by half. But no, now wasn't the time and he was right; she didn't want to spend time alone with Jester. Attacking someone else in broad daylight would not be a good idea, and even with her stored reserves of patience she was running close to the skin of it, and she turned away from Jester. She reached out to grip Erryl by the shoulder and turn him away from the other two.
"Are you more familiar with the Industrial or Historical?" She asked him in the grim voice of doomsayers. She didn't stop to look back at Jester, or acknowledge her words. She didn't even pay attention to the fact that the four of them were obstructing the street, nearly in the center of it, and were all the more easy to pick out of the crowd because of it. She didn't think of brigands and thugs, because at this point it scarcely mattered any more. And so what if Jester had not locked their room before they left? Iarei just loved wasting money on an upscale inn that even had the damn things to begin with, so why would she care that they did not take advantage of it, even when her prized instruments were there?
Well. She could always take the payment out of Jester's flesh, starting with her upstart tongue and maybe ending with those too-innocent eyes.
And all the while, she stared very hard at Erryl.
"Are you more familiar with the Industrial or Historical?" She asked him in the grim voice of doomsayers. She didn't stop to look back at Jester, or acknowledge her words. She didn't even pay attention to the fact that the four of them were obstructing the street, nearly in the center of it, and were all the more easy to pick out of the crowd because of it. She didn't think of brigands and thugs, because at this point it scarcely mattered any more. And so what if Jester had not locked their room before they left? Iarei just loved wasting money on an upscale inn that even had the damn things to begin with, so why would she care that they did not take advantage of it, even when her prized instruments were there?
Well. She could always take the payment out of Jester's flesh, starting with her upstart tongue and maybe ending with those too-innocent eyes.
And all the while, she stared very hard at Erryl.
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Dirk was slightly taken aback when Erryl volunteered information -- he'd expected him to mumble or shuffle silently while the girls glared daggers at each other or, at least, Iarei gkared daggers at Jester (did she know about the other statue after all? She was a sharp one). He wasn't remotely surprised at the difference between Erryl and Jester's suggestions, though. Fakers always messed up the details, and Dirk was pretty sure, based on that, that he'd read these people correctly. Erryl was a sensible guy with little street smarts, and Jester had been a street brat. He wished he hadn't blundered on that when he'd met her -- spent too much time in splaces where jesters were respected, it seemed.
He kept out of the conversation. They both knew the city better than he did, and Jester knew street brats better than he did; he had nothing to contribute. Instead, he let his gaze drift over the area around them, alert for spying eyes.
He kept out of the conversation. They both knew the city better than he did, and Jester knew street brats better than he did; he had nothing to contribute. Instead, he let his gaze drift over the area around them, alert for spying eyes.
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It was true that, for the most part, Erryl had been awkward and quiet whilst in the company of these odd humans, but with something to think about besides the danger he was getting into - a distraction from the chaos and doom which loomed so uncomfortably close, emanating from his company and those which hunted them all - his thoughts calmed, easing into a more thoughtful, problem-solving state, where the desire to learn information overshadowed the confusion and cowardice.
But as for the next question...
"Are you more familiar with the Industrial or Historical?"
He faltered slightly, his lack of experience with both of these places reminding him of how far out of his depth he was this day. But he did know the industrial part of the city somewhat, having spent some time wandering the streets and observing the different goings-on. The historical ruins, however, were beyond him completely. He'd been there, but... Wow, Iarei is scary.
"Industrial. I haven't... I mean, I've been there more, so..." Fortunately, he stopped short of rambling the others into further irritation, and waited to be dragged off by the furious Iarei. Then, on a second thought, he decided to start off in the direction Jester had pointed instead. Maybe if he showed some initiative, he wouldn't get murdered by an angry bard.
At least if they ran into any thugs, she might glare them into oblivion like she almost had to Erryl, or otherwise use her anger on someone other than him... Hopefully...
But as for the next question...
"Are you more familiar with the Industrial or Historical?"
He faltered slightly, his lack of experience with both of these places reminding him of how far out of his depth he was this day. But he did know the industrial part of the city somewhat, having spent some time wandering the streets and observing the different goings-on. The historical ruins, however, were beyond him completely. He'd been there, but... Wow, Iarei is scary.
"Industrial. I haven't... I mean, I've been there more, so..." Fortunately, he stopped short of rambling the others into further irritation, and waited to be dragged off by the furious Iarei. Then, on a second thought, he decided to start off in the direction Jester had pointed instead. Maybe if he showed some initiative, he wouldn't get murdered by an angry bard.
At least if they ran into any thugs, she might glare them into oblivion like she almost had to Erryl, or otherwise use her anger on someone other than him... Hopefully...
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That left Jester and Dirky the Historical District. Great. Of course it would be the one she only had the faintest impression of. Well, considering what Erryl looked like, how he acted, the way he spoke, it'd make sense for him not to be familiar with it, but she didn't want to be stuck in such a shady place with an even shadier man, damn it.
Still, it was a necessary sacrifice. They had to find Boy before he did something stupid and hurt himself, or others. That statue would be nothing but trouble until she could get her hands on it and find some way to be rid of it.
Well then. No sense dawdling. She gave Dirky what she hoped passed for a friendly smile. No need to make him suspicious. "Shall we, er, go then? I've got what I need, so unless you need anything..."
She was already edging down the street as she spoke, clearly eager to get their task with over and done as soon as possible. It was doubtful she'd go back even if he said so, cut loose for a moment from Iarei's metaphorical apron and already assuming the same headstrong air she'd had at the beginning of the day.
Still, it was a necessary sacrifice. They had to find Boy before he did something stupid and hurt himself, or others. That statue would be nothing but trouble until she could get her hands on it and find some way to be rid of it.
Well then. No sense dawdling. She gave Dirky what she hoped passed for a friendly smile. No need to make him suspicious. "Shall we, er, go then? I've got what I need, so unless you need anything..."
She was already edging down the street as she spoke, clearly eager to get their task with over and done as soon as possible. It was doubtful she'd go back even if he said so, cut loose for a moment from Iarei's metaphorical apron and already assuming the same headstrong air she'd had at the beginning of the day.
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Erryl's passive submissive behavior saved his head from being bitten. Maybe bitten clean off. It was what Iarei needed to calm just a hair, and her estimation of the lad quickly surpassed the others. This one. . . she started to think, eyeing him with a possessive sort of thoughtful speculation that had first gotten her boy entrapped. It was his trailing and uncertain words that stopped her mid thought, and she refocused on him with a sharper gaze.
"Are you going to get us lost, lad?" She asked, her tone settling into the mild range of the rumbling growls cats sometimes gave before they jumped straight into mauling. Nothing irritated her so much as wasting time when it was important, and even when it might not be it was still her time at hand and she would not put herself into a situation where any one might be able to spend it frivolously. Sometimes, when she smoothed out situations where it looked like time might be wasted, people thought her charitable or kind, but it was less than that; though she might sometimes have a soft spot she was inherently selfish. She knew it, and accepted it, and thought it made the most sense of all. Everyone should be so -- otherwise they were only fooling themselves.
So the way he sort of stumbled into a stride that should mean he knew where he was going did not do well to completely soothe her hackles. She was frowning at the back of his head, outside of fervent little glares around her to look for places boy might have gone.
But she could not accuse him of dallying without looking like a fool (and she could only surmise at best, without actual proof) and so they simply walked past the business area and deeper into the industrial section, which looked less and less child (or anyone) friendly the deeper they got. And, without any sort of purpose in the lad's direction, it wasn't long before Iarei's own sense of the city had gotten snarled and tangled worse than any knot in her hair. Maybe not so bad as those tangles, but the gloomy buildings and greasy looking roads all looked, invariably, the same.
For the time of day, it was rather quiet. Noise came from the buildings being used for . . .building, something, surely, but on the whole there was a sense that the district had been somehow abandoned. She honestly wanted to turn back and head for the historical district with the others, since that seemed more welcoming and less likely to get them killed in an ambush --
"There!" She said, pointing towards a heaping pile of rusty and abandoned junk. It looked to be the remains of all the industrial castoffs, exactly where boy might have gone.
"Are you going to get us lost, lad?" She asked, her tone settling into the mild range of the rumbling growls cats sometimes gave before they jumped straight into mauling. Nothing irritated her so much as wasting time when it was important, and even when it might not be it was still her time at hand and she would not put herself into a situation where any one might be able to spend it frivolously. Sometimes, when she smoothed out situations where it looked like time might be wasted, people thought her charitable or kind, but it was less than that; though she might sometimes have a soft spot she was inherently selfish. She knew it, and accepted it, and thought it made the most sense of all. Everyone should be so -- otherwise they were only fooling themselves.
So the way he sort of stumbled into a stride that should mean he knew where he was going did not do well to completely soothe her hackles. She was frowning at the back of his head, outside of fervent little glares around her to look for places boy might have gone.
But she could not accuse him of dallying without looking like a fool (and she could only surmise at best, without actual proof) and so they simply walked past the business area and deeper into the industrial section, which looked less and less child (or anyone) friendly the deeper they got. And, without any sort of purpose in the lad's direction, it wasn't long before Iarei's own sense of the city had gotten snarled and tangled worse than any knot in her hair. Maybe not so bad as those tangles, but the gloomy buildings and greasy looking roads all looked, invariably, the same.
For the time of day, it was rather quiet. Noise came from the buildings being used for . . .building, something, surely, but on the whole there was a sense that the district had been somehow abandoned. She honestly wanted to turn back and head for the historical district with the others, since that seemed more welcoming and less likely to get them killed in an ambush --
"There!" She said, pointing towards a heaping pile of rusty and abandoned junk. It looked to be the remains of all the industrial castoffs, exactly where boy might have gone.
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"So," Dirk said as they wandered into the historical district, "good thinking, moving the other statue before the kid could nick it. I don't know what we were doing keeping them together -- it wasn't remotely safe. Not sure what these things do but two has gotta be worse than one. You saved us a bit of trouble there." He glanced around. "Which way now?"
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"Are you going to get us lost, lad?"
Erryl ignored the comment, instead trying to look as though he knew what he was doing, analyzing every place they passed on their way to and through the industrial district and trying to find any sign of where the boy might have gone.
If he even went this way...
The thought had barely flown through his mind when he heard a shout of "There!" from Iarei, who was still following along behind the young man, doing the same thing as him; searching for a place the boy might go.
Following with his gaze the direction of the woman's gesture, Erryl laid his own eyes upon the mess of a scrapyard. Why in Shaddin would anyone want to go in there? was the first thing that crossed his mind, before he admitted to himself that he knew nothing of the kind of mischievous child Iarei's boy was. After all, the elf had only ever been quiet and well-behaved as a child, if a little too curious for his own good; not at all the sort to go climbing over sharp, dirty pile of industrial trash, simply for the sake of hiding a little statue.
And thinking the scenario over, perhaps even this child would not do something so seemingly pointless... or was that the actual point? To go somewhere unexpected, where no one would think to look for him? Iarei thought to look for him there... Perhaps he was over-thinking it, or perhaps he truly had no idea where a kid like that might run off too. Either way, if I have doubts, I should probably speak up about them...
"Umm... why would he go in there, exactly?" was Erryl's tentative question, as he looked the place over once more, intentionally avoiding Iarei's eyes to hold down the nervous, churning feeling that threatened to cause havoc within his stomach. "It... doesn't look very safe."
Erryl ignored the comment, instead trying to look as though he knew what he was doing, analyzing every place they passed on their way to and through the industrial district and trying to find any sign of where the boy might have gone.
If he even went this way...
The thought had barely flown through his mind when he heard a shout of "There!" from Iarei, who was still following along behind the young man, doing the same thing as him; searching for a place the boy might go.
Following with his gaze the direction of the woman's gesture, Erryl laid his own eyes upon the mess of a scrapyard. Why in Shaddin would anyone want to go in there? was the first thing that crossed his mind, before he admitted to himself that he knew nothing of the kind of mischievous child Iarei's boy was. After all, the elf had only ever been quiet and well-behaved as a child, if a little too curious for his own good; not at all the sort to go climbing over sharp, dirty pile of industrial trash, simply for the sake of hiding a little statue.
And thinking the scenario over, perhaps even this child would not do something so seemingly pointless... or was that the actual point? To go somewhere unexpected, where no one would think to look for him? Iarei thought to look for him there... Perhaps he was over-thinking it, or perhaps he truly had no idea where a kid like that might run off too. Either way, if I have doubts, I should probably speak up about them...
"Umm... why would he go in there, exactly?" was Erryl's tentative question, as he looked the place over once more, intentionally avoiding Iarei's eyes to hold down the nervous, churning feeling that threatened to cause havoc within his stomach. "It... doesn't look very safe."