Aristissa could almost hear the memory of her father's voice making announcements on the balcony outside her old bedroom. <br /> <br /> Eyvey was watching, slightly shaking her head in disapproval.

The captain raised a suspicious eyebrow at Brysoni, his mouth set in a stern line. "That's not what I saw" and he would be completely right, but Bryson would never admit anything he had done. "You know, theft is against our laws." The tall man pointed out.<br /> <br /> Brysoni kept his head held high, showing no sign of giving in. Though he would most likely be found out soon. "Of course it is" He said with a formal tone. "Theft is such a bad act, I don't know how people think they can get away with something like that."

Eyvey heard the Captain speaking even at the distance she stood at. She could see the vendor's face behind the two, obviously wanting to speak up, but he was also clearly nervous.

"Wait!" The order was barked from across the crowd, loud, hard foot steps following instantly after. With in seconds a tall man wearing clothes of great importance stood in front of Brysoni. He had no time to run, just stand there. "Excuse me, young man, did you pay for that?!" The accusation was clearly about the apple.<br /> <br /> Staring at the man with no obvious fear or submission, Brysoni held a face of innocence.<br /> "Of course, sir. I have no reason to steal" Brysoni lied, holding the apple down at his side.

Aristissa looked around a little and realized she was forgetting something. "Oh no," she said. <br /> <br /> "Hmm?" Eyvey asked. <br /> <br /> "We need to look for Anae," she replied. "She's absolutely inept at navigating in cities."<br /> <br /> "Anae? She's your friend?" <br /> <br /> "You know her?" Aristissa asked. <br /> <br /> "Never heard of her. Is she young?"<br /> <br /> "Only nine."

Keeping out of people's way this time, Brysoni dodged through the crowd, heading back the way he came in hope the group of people he met would of left.<br /> <br /> Casting a glance around the market, Bryson spotted a figure of authority. He didn't know his name but just by the clothes it was easy to make out that he was not an ordinary citizen. Taking this into his mind, he turned his head and made himself walk faster, getting away from this captain.

Eyvey looked into the crowd again. "Look at that," she said with a sly point. "That guy is stubbornly simple."<br /> <br /> "He's at it again? Wow," Aristissa replied.

After the swift move of sneaking the oddly shape fruit from the stall and into his bag, he was rather proud of himself that only few people caught a sudden glimpse of his movement. Yes, being tall was a disadvantage, but it also had advantages because he wasn't really told to put back the piece of fruit. But one wasn't something he wanted to take, he wanted to test it and take two, though he didn't have the one, he could still take another. He steered his tall body past others, shoulders bumping, soft but fierce words shared, but this didn't bother him any more than it should. His hip was centimetres from the wooden stalls. His hand casually at his side, but his palm dipped and his hand was in a cupping position.<br /> <br /> His hand swiped down so his finger tips pushed the lower part of a smooth apple into his cupped palm, his fingers closing around the fruit as he lifted the apple to his lips. Hi lips parted as he pressed the smooth outer layer of the apple against his teeth, which soon closed and tore into the apple. Sweet nectar dribbled into his mouth as the chunk of apple swirled around his mouth until it was flushed down his throat. Leaving the soft nectar of apple juice coating his finger tips. He was completely zoned out to what was happening, not like anything good was happening. So he lost himself in the apple and it's taste. <br /> <br /> He knew he couldn't just stand there and eat a stolen apple, other wise it was almost certain he would get caught even if people haven't seen him yet. Being cautious, Brysoni walked away with long strides, hoping to say as casual as possible so people don't think anything has happened.

Eyvey looked into the center of the market crowd and saw a very recognizable figure. "Just great," she said as if she wasn't happy. <br /> <br /> "What's up?" Aristissa asked. <br /> <br /> "It's Captain Jennison. He's in the market with his officers. Try not to get seen. He's not a fan with familiar faces."<br /> <br /> "You say that as if you live here."<br /> <br /> "I've been here about a month or so," Eyvey said.

Brysoni continued to watch them, well until he can get out of the ally before they see him going off to yet another stall. That gnoll, Eyvey, took 'his' food so he was going to get some more.<br /> <br /> Just as he turned out and around one of the corners he heard part of their conversation. <i>battlemage?</i> He thought, though didn't say anything.<br /> <br /> Brysoni walked through the crowd, trying to find something he could have as a decent snack, like some bread. It would be hard for him, being quite tall, but he took the fruit with only a few people seeing, and they didn't exactly punish him.