Post by Marlena on Jun 9, 2012 4:38:57 GMT -5
Marlena may not have been one of the most sociable of people in this growing town, but her free time was spent watching others from a distance. The amount of knowledge one could gain from simply observing was grotesque to say the least. Coupled with what she learned from her few interactions, it became all too easy to choose those that would benefit her, succumb to her charms. Today, however, she was simply exploring Wistvale and discovering the people that lived there.
Her feet fell almost silently on the street towards the docks, green eyes constantly scanning the world around her. Quick looks over those that caught her eye. The louder, brighter people, those that seemed in charge of activity. Grayell was kind enough to offer work, but why give up what she knew for something she was still debating trusting? This was where she should have been yesterday rather than drinking time away. She'd hoped for an easy night by going to the tavern, and whilst it had been relaxed and brought her a few blessings, the patrons seemed far from what the other towns offered her.
A loud and deep voice turned her head then, onyx waves spilling over her shoulders as she looked to a ship that had recently come in. The voice that barked orders to tired looking men belonged to some peacock of a merchant that was clothed in, what he must have thought, was the finest of everything. He would no doubt be in the tavern that night, drinking his money and looking for company.
This was what she came for and she stepped back into the shadow of a storehouse to watch him for a while.
Her feet fell almost silently on the street towards the docks, green eyes constantly scanning the world around her. Quick looks over those that caught her eye. The louder, brighter people, those that seemed in charge of activity. Grayell was kind enough to offer work, but why give up what she knew for something she was still debating trusting? This was where she should have been yesterday rather than drinking time away. She'd hoped for an easy night by going to the tavern, and whilst it had been relaxed and brought her a few blessings, the patrons seemed far from what the other towns offered her.
A loud and deep voice turned her head then, onyx waves spilling over her shoulders as she looked to a ship that had recently come in. The voice that barked orders to tired looking men belonged to some peacock of a merchant that was clothed in, what he must have thought, was the finest of everything. He would no doubt be in the tavern that night, drinking his money and looking for company.
This was what she came for and she stepped back into the shadow of a storehouse to watch him for a while.