[Links Kha'Serith]

Up on the peak of a roof top stood a figure. A crouched figure hidden deep within the folds of a very white cloak. From the street one might mistake it as just a fancy statue, but a statue still standing after all that has happened? No, upon closer inspection one would see that there were two golden glowing orbs where eyes should be set within the hood. The figure was alive, and watching the street.

Links was bored. The dracon needed something to do, so he had picked up his old habit of steple chasing. First he would get up on a roof, like he was currently, then he would pick out a target, swing down and take somehting from them. Then he would jump back up onto the roofs and dash away, keeping his "friend" in sight. Of course, the dracon never kept what he took, that would just cause problems. So, now Links was sitting on a roof watching for a "friend."

A young woman suddenly entered the dracon's line of sight. At first he didn't take notice, but something about her drew his gaze back to her. She was very tense, handling her blade at her side. Don't do it. He said to himself, but he did it anyway. Dropping down as she walked by, Links slid into the crowd and worked his way until he was behind her. She was easy to pick out with her shock of red hair. With his cloak covering his identity and race, he reached out and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me Miss. Are you alright?"