((Logged 4/5/2000))

Dazil, Mercantile Area
Contents:
Kyros
Miriam
Kyle
Lycanthrope (Gear)
Bed
the Tavern Advertisement

Miriam picks her way through the various minor dunes that have been thrown by 
the Dazil winds into the streets.

Kyle is checking on Lycanthrope, making sure it is still in good shape after the 
recent long trips its been taking.

Kyros stands at a small food stand, awaiting the owner to prepare his meager 
order.  He looks impatient, but he's actually just keeping check on everything 
around him.

Miriam brightens as she sees Kyle, giving a small wave. A small string satchel 
hangs from her wrist, filled with fruits haggled from the Bledavik markets.

Kyle waves to Miriam, wiping the sweat off his forehead with a cloth from his 
voluminous pockets.

Kyros 's eyes follow Miriam as she walks towards Kyle, "....."

Miriam trots over to Kyle with a smile. She unhooks the strings from her wrist 
and starts fishing through the assorted citrus delights. "I forget... which kind 
do you like again?"

Kyle shrugs, "Carrots, oranges... Grapefruit... Apples sometimes..."

Kyros keeps his eye on Miriam, though he's being inconspicuous, someone could 
tell he was watching if they looked enough...

Kyle watches Kyros, not needing to keep an eye on him, but doing so anyway. It's 
his job, after all.

Kyros narrows his eyes, "Hmph," he mutters to himself as he turns around to 
recieve his lunch.  He needs to keep track of EVERYONE, but these two 
are...interesting.

Miriam fumbles out a few oranges. "Oh, good," she smiles. "I thought so." 
Handing one out, she pauses and looks towards Kyros. She grows still in that 
curious manner of hers as she rummages for recollection.

Kyle watches Miriam with a light smile, "Problem, m'lady?"

Miriam shakes her head, turning back to Kyle. "Not at all." Taking a half-step 
around the massive bulk of Lycanthrope, she examines the leg circuitry with 
care. "It /has/ taken a lot of wear, hasn't it?"

Kyle nods, "All the jumping around in the tower really did a number on it..."

Miriam frowns, pushing back a few short strands of hair. She kneels and taps her 
fingers on the lower joints. "Are there any upgrades availible?"

Kyle smiles, "None that I know of... I've been doing all I can to upgrade him."

Kyros keeps an eye on them as he eats, (I've seen a lot of people who may be 
suitable to aid rebuilding my lost empire, but I wonder if I can actually find a 
way to hire these two?)

Miriam looks up at Kyle, slitting her dark eyes in a sudden stroke of humor. 
"Shame we can't go find those parts... There seem to be so many of this type 
spare in the Docks we've seen, after all."

Kyle chuckles softly, "Yeah, well... I suppose we could borrow some of them, but 
that would kinda get us thrown in jail."

Kyros falls asleep.

Miriam stands up, dusting the sand off her hands. "Well.... There is that." she 
allows. "But there are so many just lying around." She fishes an apple out of 
her bag and takes a bite.

Karagin has arrived.

Miriam is sitting down against one of Dazil's handy walls, watching Kyle fiddle 
with his Gear. A half-eaten apple is in one hand, and a string bag of fruit 
encircles the other.

Karagin strolls in from the east, kicking up clouds of dust as he shuffles his 
feet. His eyes don't seem to be looking for anything in perticular until he 
notices Miriam, the same person he saw before. His path changes and begins to 
walk to her.

Miriam glances up as the direction of movement implies a visitor. One eyebrow 
raises in curiosity. She says nothing, however, electing to take another bite of 
her apple.

Kyle tilts his head slightly as he notices someone moving towards them, then 
smiles and returns most of his attention towards his work, one eye on the 
visitor.

Karagin stops short of Miriam and glances over to Kyle and back. "Greetings, I 
remember you from Nisan... you were with Daos I believe," he says, not sure if 
it is her.

Karagin has disconnected.