<div class="floatleft">(http://i791.photobucket.com/albums/yy199/Supias/a420e1ca-edf1-4c42-9fdc-7cb06089357c.jpg)</div><br/>Character:  Kahrumour Volundar (Kahru)<br/>Location:   South of the Arena<br/>Concerning: Catching up with Adria<br/><br/>Dust and sweat and mire clung to every surface and crevice in this part of the market, but Kahru felt more at home here than he did in the higher, more secure levels of Ar anymore. His odd golden eyes watched the older leather maker as Pavius hitched a thumb over his shoulder in a vague sort of direction, more to get the stranger to move on and stop clogging up the almost fresh air that struggled to get into the little shop.  Kahru nodded his head and mumbled a, “Safe paths,” to the stranger as he ducked back out of the little shack, only to be confronted with the Free Woman who had stepped outside for air.<br/><br/>Barely giving her a glance Kahru moved to step around her until the metallic rattle and click click of two blue stones jumped into the air.  Cobalt obsidian stones to be exact.  His attention shot to his left were the leather pouch had been flung and then towards the woman who tossed it back and forth.  One more fling of the bag, and it never touched her hand again as his hand sailed to intercept the pouch.  He glanced at it only for an ihn before his right hand rushed in to grip her upper arm tightly and force her into the back gully behind the leather shop.<br/><br/>Merchants and shoppers all suddenly had other places to be, other business to consume attentions as Kahru pocketed the pouch and lifted his left hand towards menacingly towards the stranger’s neck as he commanded, “WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS?”<br/><br/>No sooner had he barked the question than his eyes filtered through the veils and took in the dark eye and the patch that covered what he knew to be blue.  His brow furrowed with confusion as his gaze shifted back and forth between the patch and the brown eye staring back at him as his hands eased and then pulled from her completely as his hand raked through his hair.  Sorrow and relief and concern all raced past his expressive features as his hand half lifted to touch the arm he had just bruised, only to pull back once more to be shoved into his pocket.<br/><br/>“What are you doing here, Adria?  Are you-”  Kahru stepped back as he looked about the dismal market for another familiar face, suddenly filled with hope to see his old friend,  “Sand?” but none of the barkers upon their rugs looked towards him in a familiar kind of manner.  None of the merchants looked at him at all as they continued to attempt to ignore the shadowy man.  Kahru’s gaze turned back to Adria’s somewhat pained as he realized if Sand were not with her, there was likely no hope to ever see his friend again.<br/><br/>“Walk with me?” Kahru asked as he stepped to the side and would wander down the sloping sandstone hill to even darker alley ways of the Glorious Ar.  Here the cobble stone rode was little more than packed dust and manure and the streets were not wide for a draft tharlarion let alone a cart.  His elbow hitched to offer it to the Free Lady as his steps took him towards the entrance under the arena.  “Keep this,” Kahru said as he handed her the pouch once more and then stepped inside the dark underbelly of the holding pens.<br/><br/>Torch light filtered through the dirt cloud that hung within the pens.  Larls and thelarions, tarsk, sleen, and kailiauk all paced their iron cages, or lay defeatedly awaiting their fate.  Men and slaves were here as well, though at present, none had cared about the two that had entered and all too far away to listen to their conversation.  “What has happened to pull you from Port Kar?”