Thomas
Jaem Marwick
The Bloody Lane

Jaem nodded at the young engineers descriptions of society at large and his own home. Indeed, every city and town did have its own rhythm, ebbing and flowing naturally in broad strokes of day and night. 
 As they walked, his head was on a slight swivel, smiling and murmuring hushed greetings and farewells to those few people that passed that he recodnized, or that recodnized him. Out of the corner of his eye, Jaem noticed a figure trailing them at a distance. The person stuck to the shadows carefully; but there was no doubt in his mind they were being followed. 

 "Come this way" He spoke, turning down one of the narrower side streets that cut in between two of the taller stone buildings that they approached after a moment. Immediately upon turning into the entrance of the street, Jaem stepped to the side to lean against the wall, his large frame hidden from view of the entrance to what was a glorified alleyway. He motioned for Alpheaus to come next to him. "We are being followed. Wait" He instructed. His eyes took on a harder, eagle eyed look of a soldier. His hand lay on the hilt of his saber, and his pipe streamed smoke upwards to be scattered by the wind.
James
Lei Linas | The Bloody Lane

Lei walked alongside him happily, very much distracted by the scenery around him. When he heard some passing people greet the man beside him, he couldn't help but feel happy for him. It must be nice to be a respected soldier. It made his mind wander. What if he grew up in a noble family? How different would his life be as a knight? He could only imagine the magnificent scenery and architecture back in The Keep Sempiternal. The very first castle he has ever visited. He wondered if he would have been living in such a grand place if his life turned out differently. The memories of the noble palace then roused some darker memories to creep back into his mind. Memories of the dark forest and the knightly figure who robbed him of his image, twisting it into one he did not recognize. Lei could only wonder; If he was a knight, would he be destined to become that monster? He stared at the distant buildings idly as a look of fear crossed his expression.

*"Come this way."* 

Marwick's voice snapped him back into reality, causing the young engineer to look up at the soldier obliviously. When the serious tone in his voice registered in the blacksmith's mind a worried expression was seen reflected in his eyes. He did what he was told quickly, worrying that something horrible was about to happen. He pressed himself against the wall firmly and unintentionally held his breath in an attempt to stay completely silent. Hazel colored eyes darted from person to person, watching each individual who crossed before the entrance of the alleyway.
Eric
Illovalor Wingrove | The Bloody Lane


Illovalor tailed the men carefully. He was fully concentrated. He couldn't let himself be heard or seen, but if the man was Jaem, that would be unlikely. He was almost as concentrated on not being detected as he was scanning the body language and movements of the Mire and his companion.
Even from a distance, he had noticed that the man that he supposed was Jaem looked more tired, worn out. Now that he thought of it, Jaem had disappeared with a force of 300 men, but the camps that he had encountered recently could only fit around 70 Mires comfortably. He must have lost a great number of friends in that time, that amount of loss must have weighed him down during all that time.

As he observed the two, a hundred feet in the distance. He noticed a change so slight that he would have missed it if he blinked. The man that would be Jaem had tensed very slightly for a moment before he spoke a few hushed words and had walked into a smaller side alley. Illoavlor had been spotted.
He felt victorious. If he had been noticed then this was without a doubt Jaem. Not any Mire commoner could have felt him moving at his most silent in the shadows, yet this one had.

Still, the situation had its downsides. He was sure that if he continued moving he would probably get confronted in an unfriendly manner, but he also had no other practical way of speaking to them face to face without potentially losing the trail. So he continued, slowly, cautiously.
Expecting only the worst when he entered that alleyway, he turned the corner, making sure to stay a few meters back in case a sword came for his neck.