Character: Adria Larentia<br/>Location:  In the market area just south of the Stadium of Blades<br/>Concerning: Trying to Get Kahru's Attention<br/><br/>Adria remembered days past when she and her husband Sand would stay up late into the evening joking and talking with Kahru, while drinking Raki, an alcoholic drink similar in taste to Pagar-Sa-Tarna, but made from the dregs of grape leaves after they’d been pressed to make wine. She grinned. She’d often fall asleep with her head in her husband’s laugh while the men shared stories. Alcohol wasn’t her strong suit. The reason those thoughts had surfaced like autumn leaves whipped up by a winter wind was the unexpected presence of Kahru outside Pavius’s leather shop. Hidden by her veil, her grin spread over her face like happy news. It had been so brutally hot in the shot, she’d had to step outside of the oppressively hot shop into the slightly tempered heat of the outdoors.<br/><br/>When she exited into the sunlight, she saw him staring at her shop. Could he know she was here? Or was this unexpected fortune simply the unexpected and capricious will of the Gods? She slid forward, reaching into her robes. Feeling the hilt of one of her dagger’s she shifted to a hidden pocket and pulled out a well-worn leather bag with two blue stones capping off the thread used to tighten it. It contained a collection of silver coins that Kahru had insisted she take … just in case. He had given her the coins after her husband disappeared, but before her father-in-law started to attack her character to other members of the thieves’ guild and spread vicious rumors about her having something to do with the disappearance of her husband. She’d been too depressed at that time to do anything really.<br/><br/>Adria’s first mischievous thought was to pretend to pick-pocket Kahru, but actually putting the bag on his person with the coins that he had given her. Sanity told her this would be a mistake. She smiled again. It would be a good way to lose a hand, she thought. Kahru was swift to defend himself. Instead, she took the bag out and held it in the palm of her hand. It was warm from her body. Tossing the bag high in the air, it tumbled over and over, the blue stones put their by Kahur himself when she showed him how to make a simple leather bag tumbled end over end. Sunlight glinted off the stones and then the bag thudded back into her hand where she tossed it back and forth a few times, the coins inside jingling. He wouldn’t recognize her in her veils and robes, she thought. But he might recognize the coin filled bag he had given her.