Ahren walked silently through the streets of the drow town, doing nothing that would catch the eye of anyone. He prayed that no one would discover who he really was, or it would be his life that would be forfeit. His wings helped him out grately, when he covered himself with his cloak, they made him appear larger than he really was, and few people bothered him. He kept his face hidden underneath the hood of his cloak, and kept his hands inside his cloak also, holding onto his knives should he need them. He didn't know why he had come down here to begin with. It had seemed like such a good idea, he could travel and prove that there were weaknesses in the drow defenses. However, getting out was proving harder than getting in. The watches at the gates couldn't have cared less who entered the city, but everyone that left the city was searched to make sure they hadn't stolen anything. If he tried to leave, they would search him, and discover who he really was.

Walking down a well used street, he blended in with the crowd, doing his best to prevent himself from getting bumped into. He would probably take down several people if he was discovered, but in the end, he would be killed. He couldn't risk that, he had to get to the surface, and he needed to discover a way past the guards. Sooner or later, someone would find him out, no matter how carefully he hid. Continueing on down the street, these problems raced through Ahren's mind, and he searched for the answer to his problem.

Phedre was muttering under her breath as she walked with her head down thorugh the towns crowed streets. Although it was necissary to wear her cloak's hood up for protection from the sun, the heavy material still draped over her night black hair, casting her face into dancing shadows. Her eyes, when she looked up, glinted a light gold color, appearing like she hid plated eyelids. She looked severly distracted and even more disgruntled. She watched only her feet and weaved her way through the crowed. She had been wanted her a mere year ago, and though her wanted posters were now stripped from the walls, replaced by other menices, she would not risk showing her face.

She had entered the city the night before, leaving Falco in the bushes on the outskirts to cease suspicions from arising. Thoughs had drifted about purchasing a mount that would look slightly less suspicious than he, but were quickly dismissed when she shook her belt purse. She looked over the tips of her boots in time to side step a toppled barrel and some spilt mead, beforemoving to resettle her cloak on her shoulders. Her own wings were released and lay flat on her back under the cloak. They twitched as they walked. It would be obvious to anyone passing by that she had them, but that wasn't her fear. There were many winged creatures padding through the streets these hours. She let out a sigh and moved to speed up her pace, she just wanted a drink, then she'd be gone from this place of suspicion.

She took another hard step, this time right into another person. A rush of air escaped her lungs from the force of impact and she stumbled back a few fet before righting herself. "What's with people not watching where they're going!?" she growled, annoyance in her hidden eyes. She looked up to see the man also cloaked and hidden and let a smile appear on her lips, "well now what do we have here?"

Ahren inhaled sharply when another person ran into him. He was about to let out a curse when he managed to stop himself. He didn't want to draw any more attention to himself. Looking at the person he had run into, he saw that they were also cloaked and hooded. Smiling slightly beneath his hood, it was almost ironic that he would crash into another person that appeared to be hiding. "So, cloaks seem to be a fashion down here." Ahren looked at the stranger from underneath the hood of his cloak, wondering what they were doing. He didn't have much time, standing there in the middle of the street was sure to block the traffic and that would cause a commotion. "My apologies, I should have been watching were I was going."

With those words, Ahren took a step to the side, intending on continueing on with his search to find a way to get out of there. He couldn't stand there all day talking to some stranger. As he would have walked past the stranger, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. The stranger had wings! It was a demon, great, more problems. He had to get out soon before the demon realized who he was. If he got involved in a fight with a demon, it would create endless problems. He had to leave quickly, before the demon unmasked him as an elf.

Phedre tried to see the man's face through the shadows of the cloak, and managed a glimpse of solid eyes, full of thoughts, and a firm mouth, framed with gentle lips. She almost broke into a laugh, a part-angel perhaps? She smiled and watched him appologize, her gold eyes softening in a visual smile. She touched his arm as he walked by, a motion to stop him. She was sure a half-angel could tell her alignment, but she was not someone to attack for no reason. "My Lord," she said softly, her lips parting into a smile, "If you have a moment to spare, I would very much like your... help with something. It should only take a moment if we aren't interrupted."

She awaited his answer tucked deep inside her cloak. Another man bumped her as she walked by, and she flinched as she held back the urge to grab him around the throat and talk to him about manners. She covered her mouth in a yawn as she watched the man again, an itch beginning to grow at the back of her neck. Her cloak was heavy and the material was course, where it touched her skin it itched. Never again will I take peasent clothes, she thought with a wince. She adjusted the cloak and shuffled her feet around, maybe this man knew of a good place for a drink? Is not, she thought with a grin, he can become a good drink. She shook her head. She could not do that here. It would bring too much attention surly. She just needed to get out.

Ahren stiffened when the demon touched his arm, resisting the impulse to turn and chop the arm off. Standing there, he listened to what the demon had to say. Something about the way she spoke bothered him. There was more to this than just asking someone for help. The way she spoke, it was as if she knew something was going to happen. "My lady, I have no real reason not to help you, just so long as it doesn't take to much time." Ahren turned to face her, keeping inside his cloak still. He didn't trust this demon, and he kept his hand clenched on the hilt of one of his daggers, ready to defend himself with steel if he needed to.

Looking over her shoulder, he caught sight of someone looking at them with a strange look on their face. They needed to move, before that person tried to find out what they were doing. Taking the demon by the shoulder, he propelled her behind Ahren, turning as he did. He didn't want to leave his back exposed to a demon. "I hope you are going this way. We were blocking the street just standing there." Ahren kept his hand holding his knife, watching every move that the demon made. "Might I know your name demon?"

(sorry I didn't reply yesterday, I had the craziest case of writer's block ever)

Phedre resisted the urge to attack him after he pushed her infront of him by inhaling slowly and imagining the many painful ways he could be killed. She began to walk slowly foreward as if it was indeed where she intended on going, when in reality she had no idea where she was or where a dark, quiet place was where they could speak. Her head was held high though, showing no sign of confusion of lost-ness. She called to him from over her shoulder, "it will take," she paused with a smile, "no time at all." Her gold eyes danced with mischief, barely visible under her cloaks hood. She found it amusing that two opposites like them could be so similar. They both wore cloaks, wanting to stay hidden, hated attention and just wanted to get this done quickly. She couldn't help but let her grin spred as she continued to walk briskly down the street.

She paused a moment, turning to look him in teh face, as much as she could from beneath the cloak's hood, "My name is Phedre," she said in a hushed voice so that no passers by could hear. For some reason her name was one she gave easily, much more easily than an assassin usually did. She did not continue to move foreward, instead she extended her hand to him, expecting him to offer an arm. "It will look less suspicous if we look..." she paused and grinned, her Erinyes counterpart flashing for a moment, "together." She awaited his arm and decided to ask him the same he did to her, "it would also help suspicion if I knew your name as well, do you not think?"

Her hood slipped back slightly, casting an eerie light to dance upon her flawless face. Her features were brought out by such light, cheekbone high and stong, lips full and soft, and eyes bright and amused. She was literally a perfect appearance.

Ahren walked swiftly after Phedre, staying close behind her so that he didn't bump into anyone and lose her. He didn't know why he was following her, he should have just left and gotten as far from her as possible. Stopping when she did, he balked at the idea of such close proximity with a demon. Still, she had a point. Two people walking together was less suspicious than one person following the other. Ahren offered her his arm, and resisted the urge to shudder when she took it. He didn't want to do this, but it would be better for both of them if he went along. "My name is Ahren. Now, if we could get to whatever you required my help for, I am in a hurry." Ahren watched Phedre carefully from underneath his hood, watching her every movement. He neither trusted her nor liked such close proximity, but he was willing to go along with her for as long as he could.

Looking at her, he waited for her to lead the way, keeping his other hand wrapped around the hilt of his dagger. He could always say she had tried to kill him and he had stabbed her in self defense. He doubted that it would work well for him either way. If he lived, he was sure to be arrested for murder, but then she could kill him. "What is it that you want Phedre? Unless you are merely having me follow you so that you can enjoy my company. I don't see any reason in keeping up this charade anymore, now what do you really want?" All of this was said in hushed tones to keep passerbys from overhearing what he was saying.