Post #1934029 in Daggerford, a roleplay on RPG

The Bazaar was full of fools speaking in whispers, merchants yelling in booming voices to buy and try their wares, and whores lifting skirts in attempts to attract men.She could see the pink tongues of their mouths slithering, and the honey lies dripping from their lips. It was truly the best place to make a deal, kill a fool, and buy a new coat all before the sun went down and the more unsavory of folks crept out of the woodwork.

She maneuvered through the stalls, occasionally bumping into someone but dispersing before any words could be exchanged and fake apologies made. Coins jangled in her pockets, something most thieves could hear even over the noise of the Bazaar. She suspected however, that the small knife at her side would be more than enough for any thief to see and think twice before reaching a hand into any of her pockets.Or at least she assumed it would until she felt a tiny hand brush against her thigh and a child with greasy black hair run past her. One minute her pockets were heavy with gold, and the next as light after taxes.

"Oh hells, COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Her voice rang, as shrill and loud as she could make it. A few men moved away from her, and a few she pushed out of the way as she followed the tiny black head through the crowd. She ran, each step longer and faster to the next but never quite as fast as the boys. Her leather boots hit the ground and her arms swung side by side. Anyone could have assumed an elf would be able to catch a small human boy, but she was a bard. She rarely ran unless someone was chasing her , and that had been nearly months ago. She suddenly spotted the little urchin climbing one of the few tree's that grew in the Bazaar. His tiny body moved rather quickly, reminding her of the alley cats she once chased as a child around town.

He had trapped himself, much to Ceres delight. The boy sat down on one of the limbs, holding the bards wallet in his dirty hand . He held it tight to his chest and looked down, glaring at her with fierce green eyes that made it look as if she was stealing from him.. "You best throw that down now boy, before you get yourself hurt." She was horrible with children, but she made her voice as soothing as her mothers hoping the little wretch would comply. "Finders keepers knife ears!"

Her mouth dropped. "You little shit! Here I was hoping we'd be able to settle this peacefully and you go and use that sort of language." Elven slurs hadn't been used on her since she started carrying a bow and knife around. This was proof that children had little to no common sense. The boy scrunched his nose and stuck out his tiny pink tongue. "I'm up here and you're down there." He blurted out, in a sing-song voice that children used when they wanted to be incredibly annoying. She clicked her tongue. "Either you throw me down that bag, or I swear I'll put an arrow through you boy." Her voice lost it's soothing tone to be replaced with her usual bite. Surprise quickly flashed over the boys smug face for a moment, before his smirk returned.[i] "You won't do nuthin." He crowed, smiling down at her with yellow teeth and ragged clothes. She had never hurt a child, but this one was making her bow hand twitch for a shot. She hadn't noticed, but a bit of a crowd had begun to gather around her and she now knew why the boy said she wouldn't shoot him.

Witnesses.

She sighed a long hard sigh and moved towards the tree, pressing a palm to the bark. She could hear the sounds of voices behind her, both man and women speaking about her and the creature above her. "You think she'll kill him?" A raspy womanly voice asked from behind her, to which made several people inhale sharply. I'm not a monster...I was only going to scare him. She thought bitterly, willing herself not to look back for fear she'd end up attracting an even bigger crowd by hitting one of the passerby's.

A realization hit her that she would probably be late to her appointment as well after all this. Madame Tre'vani would scold her and she'd probably lose a cut of the gold she was promised.

Hells she hated children.

Snippet #1934029

located in The Bazaars, a part of Daggerford, one of the many universes on RPG.

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