Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150327015504/@comment-11457306-20150327234807

Pris took a nap in her room and then ventured out as it was growing dark, casting invisbility before slipping out her door as quickly and quietly as possible. She could hold the spell for a while. Nevertheless she moved quickly back to the marketplace to find a hiding spot before it wore off.

The stalls were being shut up and the beggars were moving off like skeevers, scampering--or hobbling, if they were old and ill, down the dark alleys. She picked one, an old man--and followed, holding her staff ready in case of attack. When he cast looks over his shoulder she ducked behind barrels, boxes or piles of refuse, for even in this cleaner city there were still such.

Finally he stopped at a dark hole in a battered wall, looked around and ducked to crawl inside. She reached out and grabbed a skinny leg to drag him back out. He cried out and kicked at her. Holding on firmly, she pinned him to the wall and held the staff up.

"Quiet, you, or I'll turn you into a toad!" she hissed.