Roy
Deyanira had an odd relationship with *Shame.* Or rather, a *Lack* Of a relationship with shame. Fierce transparency weaved within her soul, making her produce the dazzling flames of her versions of 'truth', and whether those fires devoured her being or not mattered little. Self-Authenticity was Deyanira's most prized virtue, as for so long had she existed without it. Her father had made **Certain** Of that. Every day, it seemed, his voice would slip into the darker parts of her consciousness and pridefully entertain the painful mementos of the past, sometimes as effortlessly as twisting her present reality into a reminder of his haunted impact. Each time Deyanira heard a whisper of her father's "𝘋𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧," Or his "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?", malevolence would *Burn* Within her chest and propel her motivation into *Proving him wrong.* So, if there was any 'true truth' to Deyanira's authenticity, it was this— the broken girl from the Kandagulu Jungle survived because of the extreme spite she held for her father, no more or less. Even within this moment, the mixed Elf could sense the echoes of her father in the throes of pure mockery over the mess of her entrance. And to that, she thought, *So what?* Deyanira wasn't the type to devise plans ahead anyway. She came with the strength she had prepared, and then dealt with everything else in order it came. An adaptable and determined woman, Deyanira performed best under pressure and often enough when her life depended on it too. Her connection to Zutaal was ominous in this way, luring the wrathful woman to the edge of death to unlock the most valuable wisdom. But, regardless of Zutaal or her father's ability to influence actions, *Deyanira* Was the one at the helm. If this decision to intimidate the bar maiden panned out poorly, she would have nobody but herself to blame...

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Speaking of the bar maiden, Deyanira had begun cultivating a sense of paranoia about the woman's actions after her departure. *This is taking a while,* The Elf noted mentally as she shuffled quietly to the door that led to the back of the Emerald Viper, *Was she lying to me?* While Deyanira did not fully lean against the door and listen in, she moved close enough to concentrate correctly on the noise on the other side. At first... *Silence.* It was as if nobody was there, and that observation *Terrified* The criminal, evident in how an anxious frown twitched upon her lips. But then...! *A voice!* It was clear the voice did not belong to the bar maiden, rather it seemed to be a man or at least someone with an incredibly deep voice. With the bar already closed and notably lacking security in the front, Deyanira thought it safe to assume the voice to be Senjro's. She was nearly prepared to step back and greet the man in traditional Deyanira fashion when she suspected the door to peel open, yet that all altered in a blink of an eye. A sudden series of clattering commotion and panicked shouts flooded faintly through the shut door, followed by a very clear **"You can't leave me here with her!"**. The Elf's gaze widened in complete alarm and without a second thought, she seized the door handle to reveal the scene.

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At first, Deyanira noticed the bar maiden; after all, the woman shrieked so deafeningly that it was difficult not to see her immediately. By the time the door was completely swung open, the bar maiden had outstretched a single finger that pointed out an open. There, Deyanira finally spotted Senjro. *That loser is trying to get away!* She thought while her gaze narrowed down upon the particular purple and yellow patterned cloak the man wore, *And he is fucking wearing the heirloom!* Without another glance to the bar maiden or even room for a second thought, Deyanira vaulted through the window and dashed right after Senjro. For now, the man was easy to spot with such a noticeable garment of clothing, particularly the one Abaran had described in tedious detail; however, once he reached the main crowds of the Bazaar then, things would become difficult. Perhaps not a thief but *Definitely* A huntress, Deyanira actually knew a thing or two about tracking prey. 17 years in the Kandagulu jungles did teach her something after all. The woman made chase, at least at first, allowing Senjro to gain comfort in the fact that he *Knew* His chaser was directly behind him. Of course, Deyanira was confident in her ability to outrun the man; however, she desired a faster route and one with an element of surprise. She waited for a moment that Senjro was occupied with what was in front of him, and when the man finally turned his head away from her, the mixed Elf ducked and rolled into a small alleyway, completely out of his sight. She wasted no time scaling the wall and reaching the rooftops, using the higher ground to gain the advantage on Senjro. Her sharp eyes did short work of discovering Senjro zooming through the Bazaar again; after all, the man hadn't managed to swap directions while running when she arrived on the rooftops. 

Through leaps and dashes across the roofs of the Bizarre Bazaar, Deyanira gradually began to gain upon her target...
Richard
Once again the kobold found herself idly digging dirt out of her claws as silence filled her air once more. This didn't look good for the woman she had been tailing. Whoever she wished to see, this Senjiro person, obviously was in no hurry to see her. Eyeing the woman, Vikra took note of her clear irritation with the situation. While the thief had yet to see the woman's face, Vikra was almost certain her expression was a sour one. Then, commotion. The kobold's eyes widened slightly, but even the words through the door were enough to tell Vikra what was going on. Her target was fleeing the scene in a hurry. Just as the woman moved, so too did Vikra, slinking under table after table until she was along the wall of the door the woman had ran through. Peering into it, Vikra took note of the barmaid. There'd be no following the woman and her target without the maid seeing her.

Ah well.

The moment the woman began running after the man, Vikra did as well. While she was less interested in Senjiro, she was more intrigued by why this woman was chasing him. It was obvious he had or knew something that she wanted. The only question is what that thing was. Perhaps he failed to pay her money on time or stole something that belonged to her. Before the sun rose this day, Vikra would find out. Dipping, weaving and dodging through the crowd with a skill unmatched by the two she followed, the kobold was surprised to see the woman take an alternate path. Dipping into the alleyway with her, Vikra was delighted to see the woman scaling a wall instead of continuing on the obviously worse path on the ground. Following suit, Vikra was right on her tail, but as silent as a whisper in doing so.

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It was clear that she now had the upper hand over Senjiro, one that would very likely result in her catching him. Vikra was happily surprised by this turn of events. Perhaps this woman could prove a worthy initiate after all. Jumping across the rooftops, Vikra now began to picture and wonder how she'd descend upon Senjiro. Jumping down onto him could prove to be dangerous, especially if her agility was lacking. Spraining a muscle or breaking a bone was a nightmare for a quick-footed thief. She'd have to be sure before doing such a thing. Another option was getting ahead of him, which was what Vikra hoped the woman would do before descending to the ground. This was quite a chase it seemed, but that meant eyes everywhere were on the commotion.

Guards would surely be alerted by this. If she was a thief attempting to steal something, this was still sloppy, even if her choice to climb to the rooftops did impress Vikra.
Roy
**"Hey, you there!"** 

Senjro halted cold in his tracks. A pair of guards stood up ahead, only about 10 feet away. While they hadn't witnessed the initial reason for the man to be in such a hurry, they did catch the suspicious sight of a panicked Senjro booking it through the Bazaar; and that ruckus alone was enough cause for investigation. From above, Deyanira crouched into cover and observed the scene with great unease; *Dammit, I shouldn't have allowed him to get away from the bar in the first place! Now he has to cause all this drama...* She huffed in frustration and awaited the situation's outcome in silent fury. A clear scowl of contempt burned deep in the faces of the guards as they approached the heavily panting man. Neither of them appeared the type to tolerate the midnight market shenanigans, and Senjro appeared well aware of this, attempting to stutter out a word before they could...

"G-Guards! Oh, my Gods, Guards! Thank goodness, you'll never believe—"

"That's enough out of you!" The first guard interrupted, his voice gruff and coarse, "Why don't you start by telling me exactly why you're running in such a panic? Don't you see the damn commotion you've caused?" He gestured back down the path that Senjro had arrived from, where several individuals looked upon the man in bewilderment. 

"No, no! You have it all wrong, you fool-" Senjro cut himself off with the most sheepishly sincere smile he could muster and let out a nervous chuckle, "I mean! I-I was only late, that's right! Late! A meeting-"

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"At this time of night?" The second guard chimed in, crossing his arms with a look of doubt. 

"Look, I know you *Fine* Guards have much more to worry about than *My* Nightly activities. I'll make sure to keep to walking *Only* From now on, and you two can continue your night without any more unnecessary problems. What do you say?" Senjro proposed with another anxious series of laughs, which did little to disguise the sweat that built upon his brow as the guards further interrogated him. Deyanira narrowed her eyes in anticipation herself, regrettably hoping that Senjro could muster the persuasion to slip away from the guards; otherwise, her target would likely end up in a place she could not reach without serious backup, and the Eld had *No* Desire for a prison break all over a damned heirloom cloak... 

"Alright, alright!" The first guard finally answered, "You're a waste of my time anyway. Just don't let us catch you doing foolish things around here again, we've got enough of that already..." 

"You can say that again," The second guard added, and then snapped at Senjro, "Get lost already, old man."

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Senjro and Deyanira released a deep sigh of relief at nearly the exact moment. *That could've gone a lot worse...* The Elf woman thought in dismay, already making up her mind to never take a job like this; after all, she was humble enough to admit how horribly this was going, and it wasn't even over yet! Despite her strong will to be destructive and independent in her choices, Deyanira had to bite her tongue for an even stronger will to be **Patient.** Therefore, as Senjro scampered off at *Walking* Speed, Deyanira gradually followed behind while she formulated her next move. For the time being, Senjro would be unable to run without alerting more attention, and it was clear that when given a chance to inform the guards of a thief on his tail, he would *Not.* The Elf woman recalled that Abaran had detailed Senjro's rather scandalous history as a criminal, one that had trouble with the law too. Therefore, Deya could only assume Senjro wanted to avoid the attention of the guards at risk of exposing his own nefarious reputation. While that eliminated the danger of a tattle-tale target, it didn't lower the chances of guards *Still* Being alerted to a potentially large commotion. However, she wasn't at a complete loss yet. This huntress did have some tricks up her sleeve, after all...

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With Senjro stuck at a slow speed through the Bizarre Bazaar, Deyanira easily made her way in front of the man; leaping, rolling, and ducking to about three rooftops ahead of him. At first, Senjro remained vigilant of where the guards stood stationed and turned in the opposite direction of them. Occasionally, he checked behind himself in search of Deyanira, presumably. Yet, she would not be as arrogant as she was the first time to approach the shrewd coward head-on. *It will be a surprise for this asshole!* She thought as she maintained her distance ahead of the man. Eventually, Senjro started to reach the outskirts of the marketplace, where the crowds and vendors died down, and where the edges of the shadowy desert greeted civilization. It seemed he planned to exit somewhere outside of Alazaan. Regardless in this empty market area of the Bazaar, there hadn't appeared to be another soul aside from the usual sketchy characters. Deyanira had hoped for such, though she still wondered where the man planned to escape after reaching outside the market; *Nothing but sand, it seems?* Regardless, she swallowed that concern away and presumed with her plan, he wouldn't reach far outside of the Bazaar anyway. Still at least three buildings ahead of Senrjo, Deyanira used the extra time to carefully descend from the rooftops and return into the darkness of the alleyways. This time, she was planted in an alleyway where the outside of the Bazaar was only a couple of feet away. From back down the street, she could hear Senrjo chuckling to himself as he relished the apparent victory of his escape, mumbling something along the lines of *"That woman will never get me now..."* Deyanira suppressed the urge to scoff aloud but didn't stop herself from expressing a raised eyebrow of pure sass. Quickly she stretched herself against the wall closest to Senrjo and then concentrated on the sound of his boots in the sand; each foot softly producing a ₜₕᵤₘₚ ₜₕᵤₘₚ ₜₕᵤₘₚ ₜₕᵤₘₚ...

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Just as Senjro nearly passed by Deyanira, the woman leaped out and seized the back collar of his shirt with one vicious tug while the other hand pressed a dagger to his throat, then dragged him back into the alley with her. For an extra incentive not to scream aloud right away, the mixed Elf pushed her dagger hard enough back on his throat for blood to trickle down.

"Don't move. Don't scream. Let's get this shit over with already, for fuck's sake..." Deyanira spoke through gritted teeth to keep a low tone, "It's not nice to steal from your family, y'know? So why don't you give me that fancy cloak you're wearing, and we can settle this quickly?"

"No!" Senjro cried out loudly, and Deyanira quickly kicked him in the back of the knee harshly as a reminder, "I-I'm sorry!" He resumed, this time in a whisper voice, "But, I can't give you this. Abaran is *Hardly* Family. Only a distant cousin! This is *My* Family's cloak, I just can't give it up. Abaran is better off without it, lousy jerk! Come on, don't you believe me?"

"No, I don't believe someone as fucking sketchy as you!" Deyanira hissed into his ear, "Unlike those guards, I ain't buying your excuse. So here's what's going to happen. I let you go. You take off the cloak and hand it over. Ta fucking da. You get to leave alive. Deal? OH! And if you wanna do another round of chase in the Bazaar, I'll obliterate you into ashes as soon as you take off. I'll set your whole damn bar into blazes too. Got it?"

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Senjro rapidly nodded his head in agreement, "Deal! Got it!" 

Deyanira released the Sun Elf from her hold and shoved him into the wall across. He collided with the brick wall before he could stop himself, which allowed the Warlock time to show off a trick of intimidation for more *Motivation* To follow her directions. It was a simple spell that couldn't even be used for much of an attack anyway, but the appearance of danger was all she needed. 
 
ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ!

By the time Senjro turned around and finished rubbing his head in pain, the flame held within Deyanira's hand was all the motivation he required to remove the cloak and drop it to his feet. Before he could acquire any bright ideas of burning the item, the woman crushed her hand tight, and the flame disappeared. Surprisingly, Senjro did not cower and take off after the ordeal had been completed. Deyanira certainly expected him to bolt off into his next hiding spot. But, instead, he stared deeply into the face of the other Elf. Not one to be intimidated by eye contact, the Warlock greeted his stare with brazen hostility and prepared for a battle if need be. A moment of silence passed until he finally spoke.

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"I *Won't* Forget your face, woman." Then, Senrjo left. Deyanira, at last, huffed out her scoff in return and clutched the cloak up from the ground, inspecting the clothing for any blood or other stains. Despite a bit of dust, she deemed the heirloom in decent condition for Abaran. *Whatever, not like he asked for it to be all shiny and clean anyway...* She thought while folding the garment together. Deyanira hadn't any time to stop and beautify the cloak anyway; after all, Senjro still lurked around, and he definitely had threatened her back there. Additionally, while the two had that earlier encounter in a more desolate location of the Bazaar, there was always a risk of unwanted attention. Therefore, Deyanira had to move from this location as swiftly as possible and preferably leave Alazaad altogether, *By tonight.* With a sigh, the woman knew she still had plenty more work to complete a successful mission. So, she tucked the folded cloak into her backpack and made her way to the convenient nearby exit of the Bazaar; the original direction that Senjro had planned for his own retreat. It appeared he decided to return back into the life of the Bazaar himself, abandoning whatever goals he had located beyond into the sands.