A soldier dressed in rather large shiny blue armor not too different of that of an Iron Knuckle could be seen making dust on the path from a distance. He has on brown pants, a black leather belt that looks almost brand new, and some plain black shoes. His large muscles are evident through all, though especially in his face and neck. He seemed to be trudging along at no more than a snail's pace, a grimace on his dirt-encrusted face, he may have glanced at you once or twice but refused to even respond to your presence. Soldiers in his majesty's royal army were usually more kind and thoughtful to the passersby, but this didn't stop him. His right leg, noticably walked with an undeniable limp, one that questions why he's walking in the first place. He crosses up a slight hill and as he makes his descent, his body slowly is removed from view.

'Hmm...a soldier with a limp. Must have fought someone not long ago...I wonder.' His footsteps follow closely behind him, every so often looking back as if he was waiting for something. His robes, tattered and burned, drag behind and his face is hidden beneath the hood of his cloak. His hands grasp the crook of his staff in anticipation as he cracks the other in curiosity.

'Where the hell is this guy going!' The zora picks up his pace, his staff pushing himself faster up the hill. He finally reaches its pinnacle and stares down below at the limping soldier. 'There's no need to get too close.'

After a long trek, which would have seemed infinitely longer due to his slow speed, he had finally made his way to what would have, at first glance, appeared as his destination. He stops outside a large brown building at the gates of Rauru, and knocks on the door. When a soldier appears at the door, the two have a conversation, and it doesn't last long. It hits a peak with the blue armored soldier yelling out:

WHAT?!? DAMMIT!!!

This ends it, the conversation is over, and the first soldier heads off as the other goes back into his house shaking his head. He limpingly continues along his previous path.

The zora's curiosity grows larger. His footsteps quicken and he now spies the man from the comfort of the shadows of many trees. Sweat begins to glaze the zora's brow as time takes its toll on the mage. "Damn it, I'll never get anywhere like this!" The leaves crunch under the foot of his staff as the zora grows closer to the blue armored sodier.

"Hey! Where, you headed?!" His voice, raspy, echoes through the path as Julian attempts to put on his most friendly voice, not the greatest at that.

'Ugh, this is killing me...'

The soldier turns around looks at the cloaked Zora. He begins with a voice that is surprising charismatic.

“The King has heard from very reliable “Sources” that there is a man in this city scouting about. He has been asking about building plans, distances, materials and other non-important things as such. The king wants us to bring him in for questioning, and I was hoping they’d have caught him already. Now I have to do it!”

He turns around and begins walking down the path slowly with a sigh.

“I’d better get going so we can catch this guy before he leaves. Goddesses only know how I’m gonna find that guy.”

Julian's face turns morbid, his eyes, uncaring yet showing great curiosity for this man's plight. The identity of this stranger tears at his mind as he wonders who would possibly want to know about such obscure facts.

"Your problem...would you like me to take care of it. I can see that you aren't as interested in this man as I am." The zora replies, his voice cold and a strange contrast to the cheerful face he put on moments ago.

"You and I can find him much quicker if we work together, don't you think? And I doubt that you want to take the rest of the day searching for a man you don't even know, right?" His hand stretches out, a sign of peace, to the blue armored man, his eyes dead locked on his companion.

'Even the devil needs help sometimes.'

The man takes it gratefully. He shakes with much gusto.

"Thank you. You have made my life that much easier. Supposedly quadrants one and two have been scoured and are liberated of this figure. That means that he's either in the south-west side of Rauru or the Trade Quarter."

He points this out suggestively, before gesturing for Julian to follow him.

"By the way, I'm Damen."

"Good to meet you. The names Julian," The zora says as he follows , his staff making a light thump on the dirt has he stands next to the soldier He looks back once more, it still seems as if he's wating for something.

"Well, how long have you been workin' for the King?" his voice says calmly as Julian attempts to break the silence of the forest. "Forget it, our only mission now is to find this stranger." The zora says with a sigh, his voice tainted in boredom.

"We're not that far, are we?" The zora says as he spots the familiar roof tops of the town and the small lights emenating from the stained glass windows that stretch across the hills. "How much longer do you think till' we reach the place?"

OOC:Is it night time or day time? I can never tell.

OOC: I guess we should make it about 5:30 PM, that sounds about good to me.

IC: The soldier knows he shouldn't trust anybody with this, but he does anyway. He couldn't tell you why, something just seems perfect about getting help. He isn't really looking forward to this anyway. He sighs:

"Only a couple minutes; maybe 6, 7..."

He shrugs, and continues walking, they'll be there soon enough, he thinks through the silence. He just notices the sky turning red to the side. They'd need to work fast, it was beginning to get late.
...
Within eight minutes they've reached the gates of the city, Rauru, and were greeted by a guard, younger and stouter than Damen, and with very unpronounced figures. His mouth seemed constantly frozen into a smile, even as he talked.

"Damen! Good to see you. As you've heard, we are searching for a suspicious figure who has been asking citizens about buildings and stuff. He is either in quadrant three(he points to a side street to his back-left), or the town quarter(he points directly south, to his right). Unfortunately, we have no help to offer you as we are all on the lookout making sure he doesn't re-enter the other areas. Good luck."

Denning exits a nearby tavern and sees Julian, he moves tword him.

"Hail, Julian! What are you up to and who is your freind?"

Denning studys the soldier and moves a little tword Julian.

"Hmm!" The zora, breaks free from the soldiers conversation, a cold grin painted on his face as they land on Denning's eyes.

"Oh, Denning. I can't remember the last time we met. It seems as though you've changed somehow, though I can't decide." Julian stares at the cleric, an odd perplexion forming as he stares into the man's eyes. A sigh escapes him, 'He's gone.'

"No matter, Denning, we're in search of a suspicious figure roaming these streets. If anyone asks you any trivial questions about this town, I suggest you try to apprehend him or at least stall em'." His head jerks to the side, something's wrong.

"Denning, I suggest you speak to Damen," Julian says, his eyes pointing towards the blue armored soldier beside him. "He'll decide whether you can help or not."

Denning glances over at the soldier.
"Um, hello Damen, I am Denning the Cleric. I hear you are searching for someone, is there anyway I could help out?"
Denning stands straight, and takes his straff in hand and gently sits the butt end of it oon the ground.

Damen is about to speak when another soldier runs up and announces excitedly:

'We got him, we got him!"

He slows down and begins from the start.

"He was trying to get back into q1 when we searched and found some plans on him. He has already been sent to the king for questioning. There are rumors that something big is happening, and that the king may make an announcement later today in the Courtyard."

'Well, that was a waste of time.' The zora thought darkly, his eyes shifting as he examined Damen's and the ecstatic soldier's face. His eye twitches a bit, the sheer joy being radiated from the soldier sickened him.

"Damen, I'm going to head towards North Castle. It was nice...meeting you." Julian spits out roughly as he attempts to seem friendly. "Lets hope that we meet again." He turns around, the tattered tails of his robes whispering behind him as he paces across the cobblestone steps and dissapears behind a labyrinth of street alleys, his mind wishing that he wouldn't meet them again.