Oh no. He must get close to Azabeth. How terrible. It is such a tragedy. The horror. The horror.
He reached up however to slowly pull the cloak off of his shoulders. He threw the shoddy thing into a corner with a slight snort. “Take the worn sheet Aurin, it’ll help you fit in better.”, he muttered as he shook his head. “I can’t pass as a thief for anyone’s stretch of the imagination can I?”, he asked of the woman as he turned sapphire eyes towards her. “As for glamorous, I’ll take mildly shoddy and cramped over dead any day of the week.”
“…good eye,” Aurin replied after a grudging moment of watching the woman. “You really do have good eyes.”, he mutters softly. “One of those men who were chasing me. He was kind enough to lend me a dagger. I think its still with me though I can’t get to it.”, his voice has a painful edge to it now that he isn’t running. She could see the hilt of a blade, its not that deep in his back but its slipped though the armor. Stuck fast, and painful.
“Kerrast? No clue who that is…but those guys were in the employ of an apostate,” Aurin said as a frown came to his face. “They found me out so they, well they wanted to silence me. For good.”, he paused for a moment. “They won’t give up easily.”