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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">That weirdo again?<br/>
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Itsuki didn't get why he was running too. At this point, she didn't really care that he found the young woman that she asked him about earlier. She needed to run, and she needed to get away. She did not know if this man was friend or foe, but he took her arm, and ran with her out through the South Gates of Alusair and to the ship that was grounded outside. "The Bastard" was scribbled on the side of it. The name of the ship? Or someone's crude idea of a practical joke? it didn't matter, they were out of the city and this would help her get away. Or it would become the place where she was captured. Only time would tell.<br/>
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As soon as they were inside of the ship, the squire scurried away, leaving her with. . .him. The strange man. The ship stank of nobility. This wasn't just some passenger ship, not with the intricate carvings in the wood, the seemingly impossible spacious interior, the well upholstered seats. The wood looked expensive as well. Not the cheap kind you usually saw on ships, but expensive looking redwood. Itsuki may have been many things, but stupid was something that she wasn't. Actually, it was quite the opposite.  <br/>
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For the second time today, her hood had fallen down. Itsuki stared up at him, her gold, cat like eyes blinking twice quickly. He didn't say a word, and she didn't say a word. Finally, the ogre sighed and ran her fingers back through her head, expertly avoiding contact with her horns. Today just was not her day. It started off alright, she had some fun, played a drinking game, had a couple of bottles, and she had even made a friend. Then, she disappeared, and instead, there was this guy who looked like he just crawled out of a gutter. A pick pocket stole her money, and yanked down her hood, and now here she was. Ran out of town and into what seemed to be an impossible situation. If, by chance, she ever saw that kid again she'd be sure to rend his head from his body. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"Bah. . .ain' no use in puttin' it back up ah take it? Ya see, this' why ah was bein' run down. I ain' exactly the kind of people yer folk like havin' 'round'em. This' too bad. Ah kinda liked that town,"</span> she sighed.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"So, now ya know what ya got on yer ship. Gonna kill me now or wait till we get wherever yer goin' and make a spectacle of it? Ah hear those public exectution things are popular now,"</span> she said sarcastically, leaning back against a wall. Instinct told her to trash the ship and run, but she wanted to hear this man out, so that she knew his intentions before she did anything crazy. Underneath her cloak, she took hold of the amulet that hung around her neck and traced along it's sides intently. It would remain in her hand until she felt safe once again. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"An ya said ya found her. Lin ah mean. Ah take it that was that jus' a lie to get me here?"</span>[/list:u]</li>
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