Aureslia was rushing herself as she finished strapping her old armor up, something she hadn't worn since she had arrived in the city.  There was little use for armor in the city itself, at least with what she found herself doing for money, and a room to stay in.  that had lasted for a decent couple months, her acting as a dancer and barmaid for one of the bars in the town.  Now, she wasn't5 even done with her shift yet, but she was gathering up all her things and her saved money to get out of there faster than the thugs from earlier could come back and find her.<br/><br/>The tavern she worked at had many girls that worked there, but she had a deal with the owner.  She would not strip or provide any other 'services' other than giving out drinks and dancing a couple times a night.  It took her a bit to get used to the skimpy clothing, especially since she didn't fill them out as well as some of the girls.  The thing she had though was that while dancing, she could move much more gracefully than any of the others.  That was why she had been hired as a dancer, the tavern owner has seen her dancing in the street once for a little extra coin, and had hired her because of that little show.<br/><br/>She had learned early on to carry a knife while working at the tavern to protect herself from drunk customers who thought she was nothing more than a bar wench and whore.  Well, they learned real quick when they got a little too touchy.  That is exactly what had gotten her into the mess that had her rushing into her armor and getting the blades onto her hip.  In a bag that she threw over her shoulder she threw some of her most basic cloths that she wore when she went out into the city, leaving all the work cloths in the room.  Her pouch of silvers, only a few dozen total, was tied to her hip, with her blades.  The small black dagger shoved into the side of her leather boots before she dashed out of the tavern itself.<br/><br/>Less than half an hour ago, one of the patrons to the tavern had gotten way too touchy and had followed her to a back hallway after she had turned him down, he wanted to teach the 'lowly whore' never to turn down someone like him.  Her bad luck was that he was an influential member of one of the gangs in that section of the city, and his bad luck was that he had tried to go for Aure.  She had her dagger with her, and plunged it into the thug's gut before tripping him to the ground.  That was when she ran to her room, leaving the thug to be found by his friends.<br/><br/>So there Aure was, running out the door of the tavern and looking around for anyone that could be following.  She spotted some people that looked like they could be as she moved down the street, and they seemed to be following her.  If they caught up to her, she would be dead, or forced to draw her blades.  At least she could run, and when she ducked into an alley, she was glad she was as fast and agile as she was because they started running to follow her, confirming that they were indeed part of that thug's gang.  She knew how they operated in this city, and she knew she couldn't be caught if she wanted to see the next day.  She wasn't good enough to be certain to win in a fight against multiple thugs.<br/><br/>The question was now where to go.  The docks were closer, and she could maybe sneak on a ship, but sailors who frequented this city didn't take well  to stowaways.  As she ran that direction anyway, she remembered the annoying man who had been spouting something about an expedition.<span style="color: Magenta"><i>What was his name?  Jal?</i></span>That would be perfect for getting away for a few months.  All she had to do was lose sight of the thugs for long enough to hide on the man's ship until they passed.<br/><br/>Taking the next alley, Aure sprinted full speed through it and into the next street and then taking the nearest corner to the long dock area, and all the multitude of ships there.  Now to find the right one before the thugs caught up.<i><span style="color: Magenta">What was the ship name again?   Shit, I can't remember...</span></i>she thought to herself while she ran through the small crowds of sailors before seeing what looked like another elf standing on a ship facing a man...<i><span style="color: Magenta">That's the idiot, Jal..</span></i>.  she happily though and made a b-line strait towards the planks up to the ship.<br/><br/>Aure wasn't in the mood to be civil at the moment, so she pushed past the other elf, not being gentle before she fell down onto her ass and pushed herself to sitting against the railings so they concealed her mostly from the people on the docks.  She was looking over her shoulder to watch as the half dozen thugs that had been chasing her, they stopped almost completely infront of the ship and were looking around.<span style="color: Orange"> “Anyone see her?!”</span>,<span style="color: Sienna">“where did that bitch knife-ears go?!”</span>they were yelling to each other before they moved on after not finding her.<br/><br/>Aure herself was breathing hard, exhausted from her run from the tavern.  Once the thugs were out of sight she looked at the sailors, and she saw the captain of the boat that she had overheard a couple nights asking for people for an expedition.<span style="color: Magenta">“Still looking for people for your fool expedition?  Well, I'm game.  I obviously need out of the city for a while.”</span>she said, looking up at Jal, and no doubt that she was getting looks at how she came aboard, and likely at the pitch black leather color around her throat with the beaten gold chain-links on it.  Like she cared at all about those looks.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>