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.Wandering through the marketplace in a slow, steady pace, Tairents eyes attentively mustered her surroundings. Unlike many of today's visitors however, she wasn't looking to buy. Instead, she hoped to be bought, or to be more exact, hired. Living as whatever brought her food and a roof over her head, she had been in many roles before, ranging from being a brigand, petty thief, over to a common worker, miner, farmer and even on the opposite side of the coin, working as a guard, either for whoever hired her to traders and merchants. None of those jobs had been a permanent thing however, simply due to the fact that Tairent was too ambitious to remain tied down. Too restless to stay too long at a place, doing the same thing. Too indecisive to fully admit to a single path.

Not that she had had many problems with that approach so far. Mostly inconveniences she would even have said, if asked. At least until she felt something scratching over the scales on her side, a hand reaching around her back, resting itself on her other side, holding her in place as the pointy metallic object slipped between her scales, pressing against her side, not yet piercing her skin.

Tightening up and looking to her right, a mix of surprise and concern on her face, she was greeted by a rather handsome young chap, initiating conversation: "Hey! I have been looking everywhere for you! So good I found you again!", pushing her forward through the marketplace, towards the inards of the city, certainly towards an alley or a darker place. It was then, when her gaze met another womans, a knight of sorts. Locking for what felt like a second at most, she hoped that her stiff motions told what she wasn't able to speak out loudly.
 
The market place was bustling today and she had lost her knight. Red Moon's Curse. This was only Aoife's second excursion with one of the Knights and she'd already messed up. She remembered the name of the tavern that they'd gotten rooms at for the night, but she didn't want to go back there in shame. So she was wandering around the village's market hoping that she might just be lucky enough to run into Syr Barton and play off her disappearance. On the plus-side, she'd been listening for rumors that might suggest dangerous beings that would need to be taken care of. Perhaps a bit of information would help to fix this mistake, but so far there was nothing. Just a peaceful farming village that drew in a lot of trading business from nearby farmsteads. She did keep hearing about these border disputes among some barons, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Aoife paused, glancing about at the stalls and her stomach rumbled a little. She moved toward a stall filled with fruit and passed over a copper taking a juicy peach from a basket. "Thank ye." She said as she began to munch on the fruit, taking care of the hunger for a little. The juice dripped down her chin and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. She tossed the pit into a rubbish heap and was just about to turn around to make another circle of the market looking for her Knight mentor when her eyes caught those of a young woman with scales on her skin. Her eyes wide as she didn't look the least bit comfortable with the man at her side who was leading her away from the market.

Abandoning her search for Syr Barton, Aoife took off after the two. "Oui!" She shouted boldly as she ran up on them. "Krista!" She said making up a name for the woman to make it seem like she knew her. The man looked back, eyes wide and startled, his grip around the woman's waist tightening. The squire ran up with a bright smile on her face. "Oh I'm so glad I found ye! I got lost in the crowd."

Drawing even with the two, her hand shot out grasping the wrist of the man as she noticed the silver flash of the dagger pressed against the other woman's side. "This doesn't seem very friendly." She said her eyes taking on a hardened look as she twisted the man's wrist forcing him to drop the knife before shoving him away with more force than her small form appeared to have.
 
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Tairent, tensing up almost as much as the man next to her, instinctively tried to swirl around to the source of the voice that had seemed to call out to both of them, only to be reminded of her position as the man squeezed her tighter, holding her still. Bound to remain as she was, only her head turned, finding herself chased down by a woman, seemingly around her age, determination written on her face and her eyes with a wise, almost knowing glint to them.

Returning the smile with a glint of hope, yet still forced, she certainly wasn't ready for her knight in shining armor to spring to action the moment she was in range, commenting on the metal pressed against against Tai's side, quickly disarming and thusl, saving her from a newfound occupation as pin cushion. Unlike Aoife however, Tai certainly wasn't fine with merely shoving her adversary and the moment he was off, Tai turned, clawing at the man, giving out a disgruntled growl as she practically spew out:
"The hell was that for!?"
, seemingly much too keen to return the favor with her sharp nails.

The man on the other hand, seemingly expecting the strike or by sheer luck, evaded it completely and began to took off. And while Tai certainly was a formidable foe for what she was, she wasn't fast in the slightest.

With her would be captor on the run, Tai turned towards Aoife, slightly calming down, her eyes still widened as she greeted her:
"I don't know who you are but thank the heavens you arrived! My name is Tairent. Who might my rescuer be?
 
Aoife had not expected the other woman's ferocity as soon as she was freed from the man's grasp and she half hoped that the swing of her sharp nails would have hit. Unfortunately the criminal was lucky and dodged the strike running off down the road. Bending down, Aoife plucked a loose stone from the ground. She took a moment to aim before flicking the rock away with her wrist. A practiced motion, normally reserved for skipping rocks on the waters of the coast when she was young. Now, however it was being used as a weapon. The rock smacked solidly against the attacker's ankle, causing him to howl in pain but not drop before he limped around the corner.

"I'm only doing as any other might do." Aoife said brushing away the thanks. She was not one to stand on ceremony. "I'm just glad that knife didn't end up nicking you. I was perhaps a bit to hasty in trying to separate you both. I'm Aoife." She said introducing herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Tairent, despite the circumstances."

She looked down the street where the man had run. She couldn't just leave him to harm another. The squire took a step forward to go after him only to stop. "Are you alright?" She asked determining that this young woman's health was more important in this moment.
 
Tai, already having given up on the notion of returning even a fraction of the fear that she had experienced, let out a quiet whistle as she watched the squire take aim and prove her prowess in ranged combat, noting that he certainly felt that, her excitement going as far as to her squeezing her own hand as the stone was sent flying, releasing the tension with an acknowledging chuckle before addressing her savior once more:
"Well... many others walking around here but I only saw you do something, you know..."
, pausing as Aoife elaborated the potential risk of her action. Shrugging, now brushing aside Aoife's fears, she hesitated slightly before answering:
"Well, I guess I should have looked more onto my surroundings, you know. But its a blessing to meet you. To have met you at this place."


Watching the squire go through, what seemed like an internal struggle, Tai's gaze followed Aoifes, first lingering on the alley that her adversary had fled into, and then back onto her. When the question eventually came, Tai shot the stranger-turned-friend or ally a smile as she gave out:
"My, I am severely wounded. Not in my physical form but very much so in my pride. You reckon we will catch him?"
, nodding towards the alley.
 
Fae grinned as the other woman suggested exactly what she was thinking. "I think if we go now we might be able to." She said starting down toward the alley where the thief, attacker, kidnapper, had headed. Pausing at the entrance and looking back, a grin on her face. "Are you coming?" She asked.

Together they would chase down this theft, catch him, and drag him to . . . whatever amounted to justice around here. A sheriff, a constable? Surely they had something more than a traveling knight and his squire, which she'd have to find Syr Barton at some point. Eventually.

Once she was sure that Tai was following she started back down the alley. "Are you from around here?" She asked. She didn't know much about this little town, so finding her way about would be hard, but she could figure it out. If she could track an animal through the woods, how hard could it be to track a limping thief through the streets.
 
"Onwards then!"
, Tai replied, jogging after the other woman, who seemed to have taken the lead for the time being, flowing suit, almost bumping into her savior as she stopped to look whether or not Tai was following or not.

"Mhm! I figure we should be careful. He might have another knife or so..."
, she replied to the squire, turning down her eagerness to take her assailant apart piece by piece, for the time being. After all, this was broad daylight and showing feats or cruelty wouldn't get her far when the tables had turned and the hunter had become the hunted.

Treading into the alley, her eyes gushing around from places that she would be using to hide from a watchful eye, Tai absently, although honestly answered:
"Me? Oh no. I come from everywhere and nowhere. In a way, I go where I find something to eat, a roof to sleep under or maybe even some coppers to make. Suited me well so far, although I wouldn't mind having a place I can stay at that's pretty... what about you? Everyone knows how to fight like that here?"
, Her question serving as a way to scout out the local populace. If everyone were as skilled as she, fulfilling her desires would be dangerous, if not impossible.
 
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