by Nayt on Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:02 am
And so it was decided, it seemed! The woman watched Aiden go; it was almost like he was ready to lead the way himself, without actually knowing exactly where to go.
"Kei," she replied as she took Hrothgar's hand and gave it a light shake. She didn't have all that strong of a handshake, but it didn't look like she was trying for one, anyways, "It's just a nickname, but it's loads better than my full name."
Kei-- the spelling didn't matter so much. Kei, Kay, or any other way imaginable were all fine by her. They all made the same sound, anyways, and as far as she was concerned, it was superior to her full name. Of course, this suggested that her full name somehow incorporated that sound in it, or at least something similar.
Once she released Hrothgar's hand, Kei turned and made her way out the door and into the street. She peered down the street with a hand over her eyes. Odd. The sun was going down. She didn't think it was really that late, but time had a nasty habit of going by fast. Well, it was a good thing they were going to the Ceildh Inn, anyways. She motioned for them to follow her once she spotted her waypoint: a brick dislodged from a house, sitting near the middle of the dirt road. As if struck by brilliance, she marched forward in something that almost resembled that of a strut. With Hrothgar and Aiden behind her, she'd lead them forward, down the street, towards the setting sun, before finally they might make out the word "Inn" on the front of a building.
It was a generic looking place; didn't even have an edgy name-- just "Inn." It was a two floor establishment, making it one of the taller buildings in town. It was set between two smaller houses, and wasn't quite large enough to have anymore than maybe five or six available rooms. Really, the inn itself looked more like a tall house with a sign on the front than anything else.
It was just as they were nearing it, however, that Aiden and Hrothgar would hear something in the near distance:
"The paper trail lead no where," a deeper voice said.
"It never works that way," a familiar male voice replied.
A female voice, confused, asked: "What are you talking about?"
There should have been no doubt in the world as to who they were, exactly-- and they were close, perhaps just down a perpendicular street from them, and still hidden behind a denser collection of houses. For now . . .