Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

Arias eyes opened just as the day was starting to wind down. She had slept heavily, blankets still wrapped tightly around her and her dark brown hair fanned out around her. Despite sleeping soundly she now felt restless. Normally she would just stay in bed and probably sleep through the night, but not tonight. Something was nagging at her in the back of her head. It was the stupid urn. Normally the woman wouldnt give such things a second thought, but she had felt the power in it. It was the kind of item that could cause problems. That she was sure of. Perhaps it was better that the necromancer no longer had it. Whoever would come to own it now would very possibly do some good with it. Because so many good things came from black urns that made you feel miserable when you picked them up The elf huffed and stood up, beginning to pace back and forth in her bedroom. Telling the guild was certainly an option but they didnt really deal with this sort of thing. If they knew the man was a necromancer it isnt as if they would kill him. They were thieves, not assassins or mercenaries. If she informed them it was likely they would just take note in case they ever decided to rob the poor fellow again. No, no. Not poor fellow. He dealt with death. Not that her profession was pure, but hiswell he was getting right into the muck of the world. Aria just skirted around it, taking bits and bobbles as she went. But telling anyone about him would be stupid. There was no need to draw attention to herself, and as far as she could tell from the contents of his home he had seemed harmless. Then again her home didnt really suggest much in the way of what she did either. Most of her weapons were concealed and tucked away. Daggers that she could slip poison into, vials of poison, an assortment of blades and tools, they were all hidden. The only thing sitting out was a dagger from her homeland and her bow and arrow. She posed as a huntress. Her people were known to be proficient with bows so it rarely surprised anyone when she said she was a huntress, and she had the skill to support that statement. That seemed like a good thing to do. Huntor at least practice her aim. At this time of night few creatures would be out, especially if she only went out toward the outskirts of the city, but at least she would have a little distance between her and her deed of the day. She grabbed her leather bracers and boots, slipping them on before sheathing her dagger and sliding her bow and quiver onto her back. As she stepped out of her home she paused, deciding to at least find out is her mage knew what he was going to do with the urn. He had mumbled something about knowing just who could use it, and also something about instability. After only walking for maybe ten minutes she groaned and stopped. This would do nothing to ease her thoughts. Just pushing it out of her mind was her best bet. Turning on her heel Aria began to walk back to her home, deciding she would swing by to grab some food before heading out of the city. She had a feeling she would be doing target practice for a while, until she was no longer worrying over the urn or the fate of the necromancer.