Amiria chuckled lightly, and battled her eyes innocently at the old man.
"I am aware." Her hand went inside her robes pocket and pulled up several gold coins. She poured them out of her hand onto the podium in front of him, making a 'Clanging' sound of metal against wood. "Will you sell it to me, or will you not?"
The old man's face seemed to pale at the sudden sight of a dozen golden coins spread out in front of him. He calm composure from before seemed to waver at the sight, and greed filled his eyes.
"I will grab these herbs for you right away, please wait here until I return." He did a small bow and quickly turned to make his way threw a wooded door leading to the back room. If she remembered correctly, that room was designed for storing the higher end products and keep them away for thieving eyes.
It was only natural the Thieves Guild would be more cautious with their products. They understood the thought process of fellow thieves, and prepared accordingly. If they let just anyone look at their products then they had no right to be angry when it went missing.
Amiria waited for about ten minutes before the old man finally returned. Instead of bringing her the requested herbs, he instead brought a familiar muscular young man with ginger hair.
The minute their eyes met, the young man's face turned as red as his hair. His handsome face look was soon covered by his own hand and he quickly stopped walking.
"Old man, THIS is the suspicions woman you were talking about?"
The only man looked at him questionably, but silently nodded his yes in confirming his inquiry.
Slowly the young man sheepishly slid his hand off his face and faced Amiria alittle embraced.
"Mistress, please dont mind this old man. No one has seen your face here before. There was no way he would of known it was you."
Amiria looked at the boy humorously, and her innocent expression turned mischievous.
"Alistair, you really shouldn't ruin my games. You are right though, the old man has never seen my face. I could say the same for you, but you could still recognize me with one glance."
Alistair bent on one knee, showing his respect toward his master.
"It was only an educated guess, Mistress. You have your magic numerous times in the past to give orders, and I can sense that same magic coming from you. It wasn't until you conformed it yourself was I sure."
Hearing his reasoning made her chuckle. He was a quick witted and as bright as ever. It's hard to believe he was once a pitiful orphan starving on the streets.
Alistair was only ten years old when she had stumbled across him living in the streets. She couldn't leave her towers physically, but thanks to her magic she was able to craft a vessel to see the town around her.
She was able to see everything threw its eyes, and could even speak when she chose to. The vessel looked as if it was a small silver cat, and she would often explore with Mikel while in his cat form.
The day she met Alistair, she was eight years old and he was around the age of ten. His family had slowly starved to death when to king sent all their kingdoms resources to aid his soldiers fighting to seize a neighboring kingdom.
The poor were left to die because they were deemed 'useless' to the king. If they couldn't take care of themselves, then they would simply die.
No one doubted the king was an unjust man, but he was the king. With that title came power, and with power comes corruption.
Amiria took pitty on the boy whose family lost their lives because of her father. She felt that his wrongs were her own, and it pained her to see her people in such a dire state.
As much as she hated it, there wasn't much she could do for the kingdoms people with the strength she had then. This boy on the other hand, was within her powers to help.
In her cat like vessel, she came up to the poor boy slumped against an alleyways wall. His eyes almost lifeless, and his body so thin one could see each one of his bones.
"Do you want to die here, boy?" The vessels mouth did not move, but a clear and beautiful sounding voice echoed from it. The voice sounded like it was coming from everywhere and no where at the same time. The only clue as to where it truly originated from was to out of place white cat lazily sitting at his feet.
Its silver eyes bore into him, making the boy feel slightly intimidated.
He couldn't help but think this cat was no simple stray. It held a aura to it that was more powerful then all the grown men he had seen up to this point combined.
His weak gaze studied the cat quietly. He felt like if he took eyes off the white cat for even a second it would vanish completely. His mind must be playing tricks on him from the hunger. The thought that is cat spoke to him was proff enough that he had gone mad.
The cat tilted it's small fluffy head to the side, returning the boy intrigued expression. He didnt seem afraid of her, but like he didnt believe his eyes instead.
This boy has probably never seen magic before in his entire life. No wonder he was doubting even his own eyes.
She decided she would give the child a benefit of the doubt, and would give him one last chance at life.
"Boy.. do you wish to die?"
The boys eyes widened alittle from hear the voice once again. Maybe this wasn't all in his head? Even if it was, what harm could come from answering it? Even if it wasn't real, this could be the last conversation he would ever have. No one had even given him a second glance after his parents died. Maybe the Gods were taking pitty on him and decided they would let him hear the warth of another's voice one last time.
His throat was dry and scratchy, making his voice come out horse and weak.
"I.. want.. to.. live." Tears began to over flow his sunken eyes and poured over his pale skin.
Without needed to hear anything more, the cat crawled onto the boys lap. She placed her pure white paw on the boys chest. The paw began to radiate a soft pink glow that lit up the dark alley around them.
The pink light warmed his frail body, and he instantly could feel strength building within his chest. His aches were instantly healed, and his empty stomach pains lessen until they were gone completely. Color began to return to his pale face, and even his ginger hair seemed to brighten up.
"I have given you a piece of my own life, in return you must use this life to serve me."
This cat.. actually saved his life. There was no doubt in his mind he wasn't going to make it threw the night, and now he felt healthier then he has ever felt.
How was this possible? Was this cat some kind of god? Why would a god chose to save him of all people? He was just a orphan who no one took the time to care about before, and this Cat cared enough to give him apart of itself to save him?
Nothing made much sense to him but one thing; This cate saved his life. If it wanted him to follow it, then he would do so happily.
"Repeat after me: I will never abuse or betray your trust. You are now apart of me, and I you. I swear my unyielding loyalty to you." the cat looked on at him confidently. As if it allready knew the boys heart belonged to it with no doubts.
A gentle smile crossed over his face, and his cheeks tinged pink. His body was still alittle stiff, but he still managed to get on his hands and knees and bowed his head respectfully.
"I will never abuse or betray your trust. You are now apart of me, and I you. I swear my unyielding loyalty to you."
"From now on your name is Alistair, and you will be my Knight. Let's go Alistair, It's time we went home."
The pure white cat elegantly jumped to its feet, and lazily led the young boy to a path that mad him the worlds strongest and most respected Knight in history.