Talk:Book One Chapter 1: Never to late/@comment-33246279-20171007060931/@comment-26034230-20171008235112

































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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I hate cities.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I know but we must find them.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Just hurry and get it over with.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Nodding wildly to herself she sped up her brisk walking pace as her eyes looked up from off the floor, half hidden by over long bangs she gazed into the many faces of the crowd of people. The one she was looking for; a wanted man was to be imprisoned in Boiling Rock. Often times she was sent to retrieve runaways who had gotten away during the travel to Boiling Rock or just general bounty hunting...it was usually the former.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Dodging the throngs of people she occasionally checked behind her; slight paranoia, the hunter becoming the hunted. Continuing forward she stopped; to her left a swift movement. Her head whipped to the side as they locked eye with a man; his eyes went wide as hers narrowed; it took a few seconds of them staring each other down for a few seconds before it fell into place for both of them. He yelled and took off ducking into an alley knocking over fruit and vegetables stands in his wake. One of the merchants fell to his knees and grabbed up a bunch of cabbages from the floor and started to cry.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “MY CABBAGES!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Grinning to herself Ocheeva took off after him deftly leaping over the overturned carts, her hair and cape flying behind her.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Come on now running only makes stuff worse!”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> She yelled as she unsheathed her sword from her hip. Pulling it out the segments separated and with a simple flick of her wrist they flew over towards her target, tangling around his legs he fell on his face as she tugged the sword backwards, pulling him back. As he was being dragged back two men, walked into the alley behind Ovheeva. The two masked figures made their way over to the man and began tying him up, as Ocheeva put away her sword.

Nodding to them the both gave one nod back and she spoke to them both. “I will be back to Boiling Rock in a few days. Until then keep order.” Both of them nodding they turned on their heel and headed out of the alley. Dragging the man between them, and Ocheeva followed shortly after.