Post by Tharu on Apr 2, 2008 0:29:18 GMT -5
A man of about 24 years of age, with short red-brown hair that has a white bandanna holding it out of his face and green eyes, slowly walks threw the park, a young boy of about 10 years with grayish brown hair of varying length and dark brown eyes following him.
"Now Denzell," The man says stopping and turning to face the boy. "We know we are not in Ayize, but we don't know what this place is called, we have no idea who rules it or anything else." He states pushing his tan cloak, that was covering his brown trousers, most of his black boots and his off white shirt, a black shirt visible under it and a long knife strapped to his right leg, behind himself. "What do you think we should do?" He asks his apprentice.
The Boy, Denzell, stops walking as soon as the man does and starts to think of the answer to the man's question. "Ummmm...Stay in hiding, stealing what we need to get by and spy of peoples conversations to find out more about the place?" The boy questions, fiddling with his white 'dress' shirt and brown pants, as he does, adjusting his hat at the end, his dark brown boots moving with his shifting feet.
"Wrong. if we had to fight to get here, then yes, but we didn't so lets just try asking someone, how about that?" The man suggests with a smile.
"Yes Master Rios," Denzell says with a sigh before grinning up at the smiling man. "But Rios?"
"Yes Denzell?"
"Who are we going to ask...I don't see anyone." Denzell asks looking around.
"Now Denzell," The man says stopping and turning to face the boy. "We know we are not in Ayize, but we don't know what this place is called, we have no idea who rules it or anything else." He states pushing his tan cloak, that was covering his brown trousers, most of his black boots and his off white shirt, a black shirt visible under it and a long knife strapped to his right leg, behind himself. "What do you think we should do?" He asks his apprentice.
The Boy, Denzell, stops walking as soon as the man does and starts to think of the answer to the man's question. "Ummmm...Stay in hiding, stealing what we need to get by and spy of peoples conversations to find out more about the place?" The boy questions, fiddling with his white 'dress' shirt and brown pants, as he does, adjusting his hat at the end, his dark brown boots moving with his shifting feet.
"Wrong. if we had to fight to get here, then yes, but we didn't so lets just try asking someone, how about that?" The man suggests with a smile.
"Yes Master Rios," Denzell says with a sigh before grinning up at the smiling man. "But Rios?"
"Yes Denzell?"
"Who are we going to ask...I don't see anyone." Denzell asks looking around.
