He ran the plan through his head once again. “Yes, yes that might work,” he mused. He was walking swiftly down one of the narrow corridors of the town toward the less reputable district. Luckily, he did not have to go far to find such here in Lawley Fief. The sun had just dipped below the horizon and the sky was still shades of deep purple with a growing sheen of black.

His boots clicked hollowly on the cobblestones as he turned the final narrow corner to face the town center; before him spread a number of stalls and merchants of various colors and themes. The men and woman within these small tents were plying and hawking their wares even still at this late hour. Along with them, but more in the shadows, dwelt the sellers of a less reputable good. Pimps and whores, gigolos and madams peppered the shadows and alleys. An occasional cat call or moan of pleasure could be heard echoing from their darkened haunts toward the potential customers that milled warily past on business of their own.

A thin smile played across Owains face. “Home at last,” he mused mirthfully. This is where he had spent many a night in the year and a half previous to his lady taking him in. He and John had worked from the second alley in from the wheelwrights stall. It had a good amount of cover and three possible exits if a mad dash for freedom was needed.

He could not tell who it was that was using the alley now, but a flash of movement from its depths informed him it was still being put to good use in his absence. With a few quick steps he moved past the alley and along the circle of the center. Today he was here for more than just amusement or business. He was looking for someone specific this time.

Unfortunately no amount of searching uncovered her beautiful amber eyes or long chocolate hair. “Damnation,” he mused, “she is probably at work…” He took a few more steps so it appeared he was appraising the goods of a merchant, but in reality he was simply waiting; waiting for her to appear in the town square.

The sun was almost completely below the horizon when the young woman stepped out for the night. The remaining sun turned the clouds pink and she wondered if she should have waited a bit longer. She walked the streets until the sun fell all the way below the horizon. This made it harder for most people to see but Jessie was used to seeing in the dark.

She had been doing it for a couple of years now. But over those years, her eyes had adjusted almost to the point of having to squint in sunlight. For the past couple of days, she had felt depressed without much of a reason. Actually she knew what the reason was. She just didn't want to admit it to herself. Damn that Owain.

It wasn't that she had feelings for him. But it made her so angry when he brushed her off like that when she came to the castle. She knew that he had some sort of feelings for her and it confused her when he did that. She was just thinking about it when she spied him from around the corner. He seemed to be looking at the wares of some merchant but she knew better. He would send some servant to do that for him

He must have been looking for someone he alone needed to talk to. Her, perhaps? She could tell he liked waiting as little as she and intended to keep him waiting. She considered it payback for brushing her off like that. When she was sure that he was getting frustrated, she revealed herself to him. "What brings you here at this time of night?" she asked, fully knowing the answer.