Private Tales The quiet side of town

[Aurra Brylee]

"Miss Brylee!"

She felt fear, raw and cold, crawl up her spine. It was late on the streets of Elbion. The stone soaked up heat in the day and it was warm and humid at night.

What were the odds? She thought. She was walking quickly, hood pulled up and he must have seen a lock of her hair and recognised her.

She approached him quickly. Without explanation she grabbed his arm, turned him about and pulled him along with her.

"Just keep walking!" she hissed to Nuir

It was a couple of days since their card game. She had been hoping to see him again.

But not minutes after stealing something from an Elbion crime syndicate and with two thugs tailing her.

 

[Nuir]

Nuir almost hadn't recognized her at first. When he had seen the figure stealthily and swiftly moving down the street, he had felt a strange feeling of familiarity. The sense of something half-remembered. Like a name on the tip of his tongue. It wasn't until he had seen a bit hair and an ashen pointed ear poking out that the name came to him. He had been pleasantly surprised to bump into her again. The healer only vaguely remembered the card game he chastised himself for getting so carried away enjoying a bit of drink.

Nearly as soon as he had called out to her she was pulling him along somewhere. He blinked in surprise. She seemed to be in an awful hurry. "Is now a bad time?" Nuir asked obliviously as he allowed her to pull him along. He matched her pace albeit with a confused expression.

 

[Aurra Brylee]

"Er...no."

She tried to glance over her shoulder without looking. Two shadows were still on her tail. Given who she had stolen from, she expected they were nasty individuals.

Theh hadn't attacked which meant they wanted to learn something by following her. Nuir was in danger and he didn't deserve any of this.

"Actually yes. Keep walking with me. Are you...were you having a nice evening?" she asked.

People who worked for the man she stole from could be anything from efficiently violent to deeply sadistic. She was quite fond of the silly elf and didn't want him caught up just for calling her name.

 

[Nuir]

Nuir was certainly getting mixed signals. He could tell that Aura seemed to be anxious about something and in an awful hurry. Then again she was actively pulling him along and inviting him to walk with her....so maybe she was just on a very important errand. "oh...well ok then..." He quickened his pace a little to match hers.

The corners of his mouth tugged up a little further as he proudly replied "A productive evening. I offered my services to some of the seedier types this side of the city. Mostly stab wounds or burns but there were some fairly interesting patients thrown in." He replied nonchalantly as if they were simply having an evening stroll.
"It's been a long time since someone asked me to heal....less thoroughly....some people really value scars...."
The dwarves had been like that. Though in their case a lot of their objections had been more that they felt his way of healing was unnatural. It was part of his initial motivation to learn various healing methods outside of his own innate magic.

"And how was your evening? Busy on some quest....or...?"