Skingrad City Market

[Aeric Ecrai]

Jaster and Kaina arrived in the main square of Skingrad, which was bustling with activity. Merchants from all over the world set up shop there, selling goods from near and far. Jaster was intent on getting a new kitchen, but also wanted to buy Kaina something.

[Sienna Cross]

Kaina happily followed Jaster while Wygar kept darting from her head to her shoulder to her other shoulder with all the smells around him.

[Aeric Ecrai]

"Well, we should get kitchen stuff first..."
Jaster passes a large booth that says Seer's, then one that reads Wallmarket.
"Hmm..."

[Sienna Cross]

Wygar finally couldn't contain himself he leapt off of Kaina's shoulder and into the crowd....((straight toward a booth full of fin china))"Hey get back here!"Kaina instantly took off after the wyrm.

[Aeric Ecrai]

Jaster rolled his eyes and looked at the sky, then sighed and ran off after Kaina.

[Sienna Cross]

Kaina stopped when she lost track of the creature.A sad look crossed her eyes.


Wygar,having finally lost his pursuers found a nice big food stall and creeped into thier merchandise and began to eat it all....Did I mention that it was cakes and such?

[Aeric Ecrai]

Jaster finally catches up with Kaina, bumping into her and almost knocking her over.
"Sorry.." He said, panting, "that thing runs pretty fast..."
He looks around and realizes it's gone.
"Where'd it go, anyways?"

[Sienna Cross]

She shakes her head."Looking for food probably...."

[Aeric Ecrai]

"Well, he'll come back to you. It's not like he would just run away. I should buy you a gift or something." Jaster said, trying to lift her spirits.

[Sienna Cross]

She sighed."I guess you're right...."Kaina followed Jaster through the market with a sad expression in her eyes.

[Psy]

[[Erm, I'll kick it off again?]]

It was sunny. Not the 'oh-bright-sunshiney' kind of sunny, but a very hot, humid, and 'I-shouldn't-be-working' kind of sunny. Not the kind of day you'd want to spend huddles up in an oversized suit of armor lugging a similarily oversized spear around admist an oversized crowd trying to keep the pointy end of your weapon from poking anyone... anywhere. Thus, Eric spent the afternoon resting in the shade of a large canopy leaning on a brick wall. Nothing very exciting was happening, and whilst on the shift, he grabbed himself a chunk of cheese and some cool ale. The vendor had run out of ice, though, and so the cool ale became lukewarm very soon after it was bought.

"Theif!" The call awoke him from a doze, a half-eating block of cheese still gripped in his left hand, the ale disappearing into a bag slung across his back,"Theif! Theif!"

Eric looked frantically around, and saw a very distressed-looking female escaping the crowd pressing in on her. The criminal, however, was long gone.

[[Is this post okay?]]

[Lan]

Lan arrived in Skingrad just in time to be pushed aside by a scruffy looking man running away fromt he city. He heard the shoutof guards pursueing, but they wouldn't reach him, he wasn't encumbered by armor. lan drew his bow and fired and arrow. The man was caught by surprise and thrown against a tree by he arrow that had caught his shirt and pinned him to the tree. He struggled to remove it but it was a good four or five inched into the tree. lan turned and quietly rode into the market, looking for arrows.

[Psy]

[[Whoops. Sorry. ><;;]]

Eric

The lady appeared to be a noble from court. She was Imperial, with golden-blond hair, and dressed in a gown hemmed with gold lace, studded with various jewels. Her hair was done up in an extravagant manner, and her face was done up with a ridiculous amount of makeup, it wasn't even funny anymore. All the same, her face was the image of damsels-in-distress, except this time, several layers of flab was added, and her body was pumpkin-shaped. As he forced her way through the crowd, Eric, decked out in a Skingrad guard uniform, his face barely visible under his helmet, hastily moved to help the poor lady, dropping his chunk of cheese in the process.

"It was a kajiht!" she half-screamed as Eric helped her to a seat,"I saw him! A kajiht wearing leather! I felt it's grubby little paws take the jewels I was carrying, along with my purse. It was not a pleasant sensation, I tell you. Those jewels must be worth several thousand gold by my count, and to think that disguisting cat has gotten it's paws on them... I cringe at the thought of that."
"I see," Eric sighed. Dealing with people was not his forte," We'll try to investigate this as soon as possible. We know of crime rings in the Imperial city, and we may have leads on their branch in Skingrad.

Raj'hent

"They seek to take from me my prize, hm?" the kajiht was hidden mostly in shadow, out of sight of the two speaking, but near enough to hear," The prey was most ungrateful. Raj'hent will borrow these shiny stones..."

At that, he escaped through an ally, and down into the sewers. He was garbed in black studded leather, and so was difficult to see in the twisting maze that was the sewers of Skingrad. However, being a kajiht, Raj'hent's eyes adjusted easily to the darkness. Loping towards what seemed to be just another sewer grate, he climbed up the ladder, into a dimly lit hallway. He quickly scanned the area. Several slits were in the wall, and he saw the glint of metal through them. He smiled, a feline grin. The guards would not find them, and even if they do, they would have a hard time getting in.

"Raj'hent has got the stones," he spoke," They prey was no trouble."
"Proceed, Raj'hent," a voice spoke from one of the walls," You're going to be paid well for this."


EDIT:
Lan

The man was wide-eyed, and suprised at the sudden attack. He gripped a package firmly in his hand. The hilt of a dagger is seen hanging from his belt. Eyes narrowing, he drew the dagger, and assuming his arms can do it, he aims, and fires the dagger at the mans back as he moves to the city.

[Lan]

((ok, so there were two thieves?))
Lan had seen the dagger in the man's belt, but hadn't paid much attention to it. He heard a rustling behind him as the man reached down to pull it out, bumping a tree branch in the process. The thief obviously hadn't been in the business long and was clumsy in the way he threw the dagger. The dagger wasn't even properly balanced for the job and, gravity outwaying momentum, bounced harmlessly off of the studded leather body guards he wore under his armor. Slightly vexed, he turned and fired one of his remaining arrows at the man, pinning him arm against the tree. The guards pried the thief off of the tree and, turning to see who had done their work for them, saw only a leaf falling through the air. lan payed the stable hand a small amount of gold he had taken from the thief's pocket while the thief bumped into him while running away from the city. He then walked into the city searching for a smithy to buy some arrows from. When he walked people gave him a wide berth, he didn't seem like someone to aggravate. As he was walking, one person though, did bump into him, a plump lady done up like a child's doll. She bumped into him roughly and spat at him "Watch where you're going stranger!" Lan considered showing her the error of her ways, but decided that she was probably an important person, and still needed all of her fingers. The lady continues to blubber on about a "cat person" who stole her crystals. Uninterested, he noticed some cheese on the ground that hadn't been eaten. He picked it up, brushed it off, and took a bite. Not bad.
He noticed a guard hurry past him, him armor clanking as he moved, seemingly with something important to do. He raised a hand in greeting and called out. "You there, know of any good place where a stranger might buy a few arrows?"

[Psy]

[[ I guess. They're all in the same crime syndicate. ]]

Mystery Thief
The man's jaw dropped as he saw the dagger bounce off the studded leather, and harmlessly fall to the ground. Naturally, he wasn't very experienced in situations like those, but owing to his poor knowledge of physics, and other factors of the sort, the thing he just saw was nothing short of magic. As he saw the stranger turn, his heart fell. Was this stranger going to kill him? About to open his mouth to beg, he stopped just short of making sound come out, and squeezed his eyes shut. The arrow flew, it's course true, and it pinned his other arm to the tree as well, miraculously missing flesh. After a few seconds, his purse felt noticeable lighter. He groaned.
"There goes my haul for t'day..." he muttered to himself," Although... That man. I'd proba'ly hafta report 'im t'day. Tha Syndicate mightn't be pleased, tho."
He was just about to free himself from the tree when two guards who just happened to pass along saw him. Groaning again, he prepared himself for several months of interrogation. The guards of Skingrad knew him on sight, and most likely, he wouldn't be let off very lightly this time, having already escaped from jail twice with the help of his comrades in the Syndicate. Sighing, he resigned himself to the rough care of the Skingrad garrison.

Eric
The primped-up noblewoman had nodded, then departed in a rather haughty manner. He was certain that this sort of thing wasn't what he signed up for. Nonetheless, he was duty-bound to helped the poor victim of the crime, although he wasn't sure if he wanted to see her again. Shrugging, the hunk of cheese forgotten, he hurriedly moved to the garrison in Skingrad, his poorly fitted armour clanking as he walked in a clumsy manner.
"You there, know of any good place where a stranger might buy a few arrows?"
He turned. The voice just by him might very well be talking to him. He found a well-armed fellow with a bow. An adventurer, perhaps. He nodded to the man's question.
"Actually, yes. This is the market district, y'see," he motioned all around him," I believe Agnete should be around here somewhere. She supplies arms and armour. Just look around for the sign of the blacksmith. Sorry for being so hasty, though. I must depart. There's just been a thief running around."
At that, he managed a clumsy bow, and hastened on his way. There's been a sudden influx of adventurers lately. He had heard that it was a dangerous profession, but profitable if done well. Eric shrugged. The 'danger' part of adventuring didn't appeal to him in the least bit, although the man he just met seemed dangerously suited for the job. Nonetheless, he was thinking far too much for a simple city guard. Besides, I still have many years in front of me, he decided.

Raj'hent
The kajiht proceeded down the hallway, lined at intervals with torches. Several doors and branches led off the main hallway, wide enough to support five men walking abreast, and around two metres tall. He continued to walk, until, after a while, he reached the end of the hallway, where stood a wall. Or a door, depending on how you see it, blending masterfully into the wall. Raj'hent tapped the area of the wall with one claw, and muttered a word. Suddenly, what used to be a wall disappeared, and turned into a door. As if a transforming wall was the most normal thing in the world, he opened the door, and stepped through. All of a sudden, light overwhelmed his senses.

"Ah... Raj'hent dislikes your choice of lighting," he purred,"This master is an odd one, no?"
"Haha!" An almost musical voice laughed," I am no more odd than you, little kitten. I enjoy seeing what I'm doing."

Raj'hent hissed at the insult, but did nothing more. Sitting behind a desk, admist mounds of tomes, books, and scrolls, sat a female Dark Elf, dressed in Cyrodilic fashion. Her impeccable dress and choice of decoration (there were numerous paintings and flower pots in the room) was that last thing that one would expect being at the end of such a dreary hallway. She didn't appear to be armed at all, nor did she seem intimidated by the presence of the rough, dangerous presence that Raj'hent was.

"Raj'hent... borrowed the jewels, as this one has requested," he did what he interpreted as a bow, and placed the bag on the desk," This one likes them, no?"
"Yes, Raj'hent, I like them a lot," she smiled as she emptied the contents of the pouch into the palm of her hand," Good job. See Trevor for your pay."

That seemed to be the cue for Raj'hent to depart, and so he left in a dignified manner, his tail raised an inch off the ground as he left.