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Iggy Nein

"Oh little lamb, whatever happened to my little lamb?"

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a character in “The BloodOath”, as played by Skwidge

Description

Iggy Nein

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Gender:
Female
Age:
12

Role:
Run Away

Appearance:
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Iggy is a very small girl, standing at 4' 5''. She's underfed, so her weight is a measly 70.2 lbs. She has fair skin and a few freckles along her face. However, they are well placed and add to her simple beauty; if one can call it that. Her hair is a somewhat bright orange, and her eyes are dull teal. She appears to be somewhat of an Irish background, although her accent is easily understandable; but that Irish is shown in it as well, but only a little bit. She has slender fingers, and a fragile build, and pale pink lips.

Personality:
Iggy is a quiet little girl. She doesn't speak because she doesn't want to get hurt, whether physically or mentally. If she doesn't talk, then she can't mess up. Occasionally, she'll hum to herself very quietly, though it's always in a frightened voice. She gets nervous very easily around crowds and strangers, and this causes her work under Miss Angela very strenuous. Iggy is very frail with emotions, but has learned how to keep from crying in public. She usually waits until she's alone to shed silent tears. She likes shiny objects, as well as being alone under a tree. She really likes the shade and the quiet so she can think. She's fairly smart for her age, and she picks up on things quickly. She likes blueberries. Iggy thinks often of her mother, and it sends her into a small depression, and makes her more and more scared of this place. She just wants to get away from it all and go back to her home. She's also constantly worried about her little lamb which she had to abandon. She had a love for that thing like no one's business.

Fears:
Beatings
Miss Angela
Pain
Crowds
Strangers

Strengths:
Being so young, Iggy really doesn't have that many strengths yet. Her best strength as a servant would be serving, even though she gets incredibly nervous around big crowds and strangers. She's also very good with gardening. However, her small stature allows her to squeeze into smaller spaces and good at going unnoticed.

Weaknesses:
Physical strength
Nervousness
Entertaining

Origins:
Iggy has been a part of the household for one and a half weeks. She has been beaten a total of 6 times so far, as her nervousness has made her make small of mistakes under her perfectionist master.

Roleplay Sample:
The sun filtered down through a cherry tree beside a small house. A gentle breeze stirred, causing the leaves to dance and flicker in the wind. There was a small farm plot beside this house, and a small girl poking around in the dirt, a small pouch of seeds at her side, and a stick in her left hand. An older woman opened one of the window's shutters, and peered down at the girl with a small frown. "Iggy love, you should be out tending to the sheep over the ridge. What are you doing in the garden? We can't plant anything for another week. They say a storm's a brewin'. Now go run along. See if you can't find your little lamb. Now begone child!" Iggy peered up at her mother, and smiled faintly. "Yes, mother." And with that, she got up from the dirt, brushed off her frock and then scurried off towards the ridge.

The small girl carefully climbed up a small path on the ridge, hopping carelessly from rock to rock until she came onto the flat plateau where the grasses were tall and a small stream ran along. Sheep dotted the landscape, peacefully grazing. Iggy smiled faintly, a scarce peach blush reaching her cheeks prettily, and she plopped down in the grass, looking back towards her house. She then turned her attention to the distance, and tilted her head curiously, her eyebrows knitting together thoughtfully. What... is that... black stuff out there? Then the sound reached her ears, and her face visibly paled.

There were whoops and yells echoing throughout their peaceful home, men on horses roping together the cattle and slaughtering them mercilessly. They set their crops alight, and that's when they entered the house. The air seemed to tense visibly, and time appeared to slow down, the sounds and yells from the neighbors and her other family was suddenly silenced, and a gut-wrenching, agonizing scream filled the air. "MOTHER, NO!!!" Tears were streaming down the little girl's eyes, and she ran as fast as she could to her mother. She wasn't thinking straight at all; she was running towards the danger. Iggy's precious cherry tree was on fire, and her small plot was completely destroyed from being trampled. Blood was smeared on the outside of the walls, and a soldier dragged her mother out of the house violently. "We don't need this wench." He informed another man, and that man smiled cruelly. "You know what to do then."

Her mother turned, her face bloodied and bruised, hardly even recognizable as the woman whose face was always so cheerful and warm. "Ig-" But she was cut off as a sword flashed, connecting with her neck and a sick, crunching sound followed. The woman's eyes widened, and she coughed out blood, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before she fell onto the ground, dead. Iggy let out a small, shrill scream as the person she loved the most was just taken from her. She thought that maybe she was still okay. Just maybe! The soldier turned around, and spotted the small girl. "We can use that one though. Get her." Tears were streaming down her face, and she whimpered, trying to get away from these scary men, but she tripped, twisting her ankle. She let out a pitiful cry, that soon turned into another scream as she was roughly snatched up. She cried out, struggling against the man and reaching out for her mother, desperate. "Mother. M-mother, no. MOTHER!!!" She screeched out, choking on her own saliva and tears, being dragged away from her home and from what she thought was a safe place.

Iggy was taken from her homeland, and sold as a slave to Miss Angela. Her first task was as a server at one of her parties, and she was extremely nervous. She had absolutely no experience with this, and she had already seen the beatings and the rules and punishments that happened when you didn't meet her standards. It was only when two glasses clinked together that someone made a comment on her being nervous. Her face paled, and she was taken to Miss Angela. Afterwards, she was beaten mercilessly. She still has bruises and her back is still sore.

Theme
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1C5WeVmHbU

So begins...

Iggy Nein's Story

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Iggy Nein


A small and frail figure stood stolidly in the corner of the servant's room. The small candles that were allowed flickered with listlessness in the darkness. However, they did highlight the figure's facials and her red-orange hair. If it had been better kempt, however, it might even have reflected the fire's light. But nay, she had little to no time to herself, unless she was working all alone. The door had remained open, so when the messenger came in, it was still a small surprise. The girl, Iggy, had been looking down at her feet, waiting quietly to be put to work again. Everything was so different here. "Miss Edwards has put you to the task of gardening today. You should have learned what she likes by now."
And with that, the boy left. Iggy quietly clutched her left arm, and quickly shuffled out of the room.

Will Miss Angela punish me if I get my skirt dirty? It is... gardening after all. She could never be sure, though. She was frightened of her cruel mistress, and had at least learned never to talk period in her first week of working here. It wasn't a solid rule, that is, but she took it upon herself to learn it anyway. So the small girl stood at the doorway, her hands clasped together nervously as she looked both left and right down the hallways before pushing weakly on the doors. However, she couldn't quite get the door to open, so she had to put most of her strength into pushing into it; So much so that her feet slid back slowly as she attempted. Once the door was open, she stepped cautiously outside into the heat. Her hand was immediately brought up to shield her poor eyes from the elements, and she quickly scampered towards the gardens without even the thought to pull up her skirt as she did so.

Quietly she crouched on her knees, pulling up her skirt and wincing. Bruises ran up her thighs and a bit on her shins, but the twelve year old girl did her best to ignore them and get straight to work, lest more bruises be added to the collection. She placed one arm on her knees and began to dig in the soil with her other. The soil, instead of being packed down and choking the plants, needed to be freshened and rotated. Iggy carefully placed her chin on her knees, a crestfallen expression on her face. It had only been about two weeks since she was sold to the devil spawn that was Miss Angela, (and any other slave master for that matter), and her wounds were still fresh and foreboding; the mental wounds, that is. The screams still echoed in her head; the smell of smoke was still fresh and all-surrounding; the pain was still clutching and digging into her; the faces of those she loved and held dear, bloody and mangled and pocked with the mirror images of their internal pain twisted external; but the two worst things that continuously haunted in her waking hours and the hours of rest were her mother and her little lamb. She had been wrenched mercilessly from her mother, forced to watch her slaughtered before herself. Everything was burned, nothing was spared save that of herself and perhaps the sheep up on the ridge. Iggy at least prayed every night that her small lamb was preserved and kept from the vicious men who ransacked her home.

As she worked, her eyes only blinked a couple of times, reflecting the battle and the flames of her very much still fresh past. The orbs slightly reddened, and moistened very clearly as the tears started to spill over and roll down her cheeks silently. Her facial features were taut and she allowed none of the emotion to be shown on her face other than the tears which had to be shed. She did this sort of thing only when she was alone and couldn't be found out or punished. If she didn't, she knew she would break. What I wouldn't do for even the smallest of hats. I must risk asking Miss Angela; but I have not the foggiest idea if she would allow such a thing. Maybe I could tell her that I would sunburn with all those hours. I mean, it is true.... The small girl thought quietly to herself, blinking away the tears and raising one hand to wipe her forehead with.


Markelx Seno


Markelx growled silently to himself, his eyes narrowing viciously as he glared around the small clearing. He absently thumbed the dagger he always carried with him, frowning at how dull it had gotten. He stamped his foot on the ground, alone in his hunting. I am going to have to get this sharpened. I'll just take a short break to sharpen it up just a bit. He shouldered the leather satchel that was situated on his back, and walked off to go find a good stone to work on his precious knife. Unfortunately, he wandered a bit too far off and soon found himself in unfamiliar territory. His whole figure tensed and he pressed his thumb into the knife with irritation, making the faintest of cuts there. He set his facial features, and turned left, sitting down and picking up a small rock. It was hardly perfect, but it'd have to do. He placed his left thumb on the bottom of the blade to hold it there, and began to slide the groove of the rock on the edges. It created a small amount of friction, and a couple of harmless sparks flew off, but Mark was soon finished with the job. He sighed lightly, brushing off a few stray bits of gravel from his dark brown pants and light shirt. He was fortunate not to have to wear white while hunting. It would be the most foolish thing in the world. He shook his head, refocusing. Now to go find something worthwhile to use as an excuse for wandering off beyond my bounds. The boy set his jaw, slipping underneath a bush and making his way along, searching for a trail.

Soon finding what he was looking for, Markelx quickly crouched down, scrutinizing the hoof-prints cautiously. Deer wasn't something many of the hunters found often, so his sneaking out of the northeast gate would pay off nicely. The hunters mainly hunted inside the Great Park or out in the southern gates of Tarsha. It was a pain in the butt to get past the guards, sure, but he was tired of hanging around the Great park where the meat was so unappetizing. Nonetheless, he refocused on his task, soon coming to a very narrow stream where a doe and a buck stood grazing lazily. The boy's entire body tensed and he stood there frozen, his eyes following the doe and waiting for her to get into position to strike. It was at least a thirty minute wait, but he had been trained for this. As soon as her chest shown, Markelx carefully raised up his hand, dagger at the ready, and he pulled his arm back. It was absolutely crucial for the doe not to tense, lest the kill be made harder for himself.

With a good amount of force, he pushed the weapon forward, launching it from his hand and having it stick right into the chest. He had missed his initial mark of the heart, but by some luck he pierced a lung. The buck reared in panic, and then bounded off. The doe was in absolute fear, her whole body going rigid and limp, rigid and limp. She too leaped away into the forest, and then the pursuit began. Mark only needed to keep the doe in his sight until she collapsed from the lack of oxygen in one lung.

After a little while of pursuit, the doe finally collapsed, her eyes becoming glassy as her breathing ceased. Markelx smiled smugly, wrenching the dagger free from its point and wiping the blood off in the grass. He set it carefully in his satchel, and looked at the doe with satisfaction. He crouched with his knees, hoisting up the doe across his shoulders, and began backtracking. Hopefully he had left his own imprints clearly enough to find his way back to Miss Edward's district.

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Character Portrait: Markelx Seno Character Portrait: Fletchyr Caile Character Portrait: Iggy Nein Character Portrait: Evie Johnson Character Portrait: Antares Sibrand
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Iggy blinked once more, finishing off her silent mourning fairly quickly. She had work to do, and to do it well. For the last week she had been doing her best to ignore the whole Bound sacrifice and what not, but she should never ignore something like that. But hey, if she was chosen, she could probably hide off somewhere and die, maybe even escape.... The small girl shook her head before freezing; she could hear voices in the distance. Was Miss Angela back already? No, no. It's just the other servants.... She sighed ever so lightly, wiped her cheeks and forehead and turned, squinting to see if she could discern the figures. They were both fairly tall, both boys. Iggy bit her lower lip softly, her eyes remaining on the somewhat silhouetted form of the blonde-headed one. And she could only tell the hair color because it was somewhat clear in the sunlight.

However her three second daze was broken as he seemed to turn his head and look back, thus causing her to put her hand over her eyes and the small peach blush which was probably mostly sunburn to increase slightly. Iggy then returned to her work furiously, finishing up the tilling of the soil before pushing up from her crouching position and brushing off the dirt from her hands and moving carefully along to the growing patches. Cautiously she poked the bucket that stood against a small fence, and then tensed a bit as she realized it had no water in it. A tiny and shaky sigh escaped her lips before she closed her fist around the wiring, picking up the bucket and carrying it to the pump.

The small girl let the bucket drop onto the ground underneath the spout and shuffled carefully over to the mechanism to draw the water out. She struggled to push it up, and had to put all her strength into getting it to go back down, almost climbing on top of it. It was fairly rusted, but the water came out nonetheless. Iggy didn't dare push it again, lest she get in trouble for wasting water. She could make due with what she had. Just as cautiously she picked up the bucket and waddled back over to the greenery with it, crouching down with her knees and cupping her hands in the water, holding it up and allowing it to slip through her fingers and sprinkle down upon the plants.

After finishing with this, she went to the flower pots in front of the house.

Markelx Seno


Mark grumbled silently to himself, hopping a bit on his left side to prop the doe up more comfortably, walking through the gates nonchalantly. He could feel the blade of his dagger bumping against his shoulder-blade, and remembered it had to be sharpened. "Might as well get it professionally sharpened. I've got plenty o' time." His voice was low and quiet, keeping the noise mostly to himself as he walked along the cobblestones towards the market.

As he walked, he fumbled around with the strings of his satchel before he wrested his knife free, keeping one strong hand around the legs of the doe while tossing the weapon a bit into the air while he walked. Life is so pointless.... He rolled his eyes, watching the dark metal catch the glinting sunlight and gleam. He stretched his legs a bit more, yawning morosely.

Walking up to the vendors, he handed the knife to one of the shopkeepers, as well as a tiny pouch of gold he always carried with him. Where did he acquire such things, what with being a slave? Well, let's just say he didn't give all the meat to Miss Edwards. "Better make it pretty." He smirked at the shop keeper, his eyes cruel and calculated, assessing the man threateningly but laid back. Snobby little wretches. He shrugged lightly, carrying the kill throughout the market while getting a lot of stares from people wandering by.

He froze though, spotting one of the other slaves of his household looking ever so lost. Like a little kid. He huffed through his nose, rolling his eyes and pushing his way through the crowds over to her. Markelx reached out his hand, snatching the paper out of her hand, quickly scanning over it. "Geeze, what's the matter with you, girl? Can't even read such simple things?" He glared at her fleetingly before looking over the food items once more. He shifted the carcass, wrinkling his nose at the girl. "Come on then; but don't expect me to save your sorry ass next time." He snorted indifferently, glancing back at her out of the corner of his eyes.

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Character Portrait: Fletchyr Caile Character Portrait: Iggy Nein Character Portrait: Arya Tundra Character Portrait: Soren Meade Character Portrait: Antares Sibrand Character Portrait: Doridex Sonnocingos
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She'd just finished ordering the two other slaves, though one of them looking ready to collapse; now she just needed her third.
One of the Helvanian's was brought out. Miss Edwards eyes immediately hardened in dislike. The male's arrogant stature was making him fairly unpopular with the Tarshan crowds; who wanted a slave that would quite possibly refuse to work?
No one wanted to start the bid at the price the slave master had suggested. He was getting a little desperate, Angela could tell, as he tried to give more information. Finding himself lacking more flattering descriptions, the man started to describe what they could already see. After hearing his name and his age for around the third time, Angela rolled her eyes.
"I'll give you twenty quins, no more"
There was a temporary silence, everyone turning her way. She glared at them crossly.
"Well someone needs to get rid of him." she said sharply, glancing back up at the slave master. He gave a slight nod, and the sold sign was placed over the man, Doridex's, head.
After she had cuffed him, she turned to all three of them. Studying each in turn. They were an odd bunch to be sure, may the gods be pleased she was getting rid of them.
"Follow me quickly and quietly." She instructed harshly before leading them out of the stuffy market place. When they finally reached her house, Angela spotted Fletchyr and Antares near the gate. She allowed herself a small smile. It seems they were on top of things, that was the reason they would live, not that they were entirely certain of that yet. She strode up the front path, glancing back at the slaves to gauge their reaction to her massive complex of a house, before turning to Antares.
"I'll need you to leave the gate for now, that can be fixed later" she said quickly "These three need to be taken to the servants quarters. All need to have bathed and dressed properly…" she paused slightly "And depending on how desperately you think they need it, fed."
Antares was responsible enough to gather what she meant. If they looked ready to collapse, then they could have half a piece of the stale bread kept in the cellar.
"After that, I want them put to work. Explain the rules you think necessary, familiarise yourself with their names and figure out what they do best. They also aren't supposed to have possessions, as you well know...I think the Syri girl has a necklace that needs removing. As for the work that's needs doing...The dining room needs to be cleaned again, the marble floor scrubbed and the windows re-cleaned and also the feast for tomorrow night prepared...Marklex should be back with the meat before long."
She paused again, thinking of what else needed to be done.
"Oh and Fletchyr, the fireplace needs to be prepared for the branding tomorrow night. Get Callie to fetch the brands from my room and yourself to get the wood organised"
The fire would need to be lit in the Bound room, located under the cellar. The room was more like a sparse cell. Angela also used it for those that needed discipline. The brands themselves were kept in a large box at the foot of her bed. Angela didn't trust most servants near her bedroom, however Callie had shown her loyalty. The brands were long metal rods, with a cursive "X" at the bottom, also made of metal.
Pleased that everything seemed to be organised, Angela was about to go back into the house when she spotted Iggy in the garden.
Her face hardened.
"Iggy, you better have your spare dress perfectly clean to change into." she said the ice clear in her voice "It's lucky I don't have time to bother about you right now...I will later. Your to go help Antares orientate the newer slaves. When he's ready, you can show the female washrooms to the girls, is that clear?"
She didn't bother waiting for a reply, before heading into the house, pleased to see it looking clean and perfect as she wanted it.


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Arya glanced at the two that were also new to slavery. The male seemed strong and intimidating, with a rugged, unkempt look about him. Doridex, they had said, and Arya assumed he had come from the south as she had heard tales of wild tribesman that roamed the unnamed land below Tarsha and Syra. She looked over at the girl, and couldn't help but stare at her long, golden hair. She'd heard of people that had it of course; but she herself had never seen it before. It was exotic and beautiful to Arya, though she kept her face blank, hiding her true feelings. No doubt her deep, green eyes gave her away though. The saying eyes were a window to your soul seemed true in Arya's case, as her eyes always showed her emotion without fail.
It was so hot in Tarsha, but also strangely pleasant to not have your face frozen all the time as in Syra. Arya bit her lip, trying to focus on walking rather than the situation at hand. Her mistress continued to walk, twisting in and out of the market place, confusing Arya on their route until they turned into a rather broad lane. Evidently this was one of the richer parts of the city. Arya couldn't help but stare as they turned to a huge structure. She managed to keep herself from gaping, though only just.
She'd only heard of fixed living space, her people preferring tents you could move into other, better suited areas. Here all the structures were fixed, but this was massive. She quickly turned her eyes away as her mistress started speaking to two men. Both were evidently servants too, from the silver cuffs, but Miss Edwards seemed to have less of a harsh tone with them than she had with her newer ones.
There was a commanding, leader like quality from one. He had similar features to those of the Syri, with dark black hair and even soft green/hazel eyes, though his skin was far too dark for that to be possible. Arya observed him silence, finding herself a little intimidated by him, no doubt her eyes showing her fear of both her mistress, the other slave and the new situation.
The other male, next to him had blonde hair like the female, Soren. Both had bright blue eyes, though this wasn't overly common in Syra, it certainly wasn't unheard of. The male had a bit of a distracted air about him, but also appeared rather cold and distant.
Miss Edwards instructed the first male to take herself and the two others to the servants quarters. At the mention of food her stomach tightened and Arya desperately wished the man would agree they needed it. That was when the necklace was mentioned. Arya visibly stiffened, her fingers unconsciously brushing against the whittled wooden beads. Her mother had given her for her sixteenth birthday, she'd only had it for three months, and now it appeared they had to take one more thing from her life. It seemed she wouldn't have a choice, so she'd deal with it. Her mother wouldn't want her beaten for it. Even so the tears automatically pricked her eyes though she desperately blinked them away…
She tried not to think of the other items tied carefully to the inside of her dress. Those she wouldn't be giving up. Beside, Miss Edwards hadn't mentioned them, so hopefully they would go unnoticed. She glanced back at the male, praying he wouldn't notice the others...she didn’t' like to lie, but if he asked she would have no choice. To Arya, they were worth more than her life, they couldn't have them.
After giving a few other instructions the Miss Edwards appeared to leave before catching sight of a small figure near the garden.
The ice in Miss Edwards voice made Arya flinch slightly. The small girl was also ordered to "orientate" them. Arya was secretly pleased. She felt a lot more comfortable with the younger, pretty female than the male in front of her.
After Miss Edwards had left, she turned back to the male, waiting for instruction.
She didn't dare open her mouth, lest she be punished as they'd assured her on the ship she would be.
She silently begged that there would be food before she was forced to work. Work. The word gave her a sinking feeling. This was now going to be her life, to work everyday for a mistress she already mistrusted and disliked...those opinions were going to be carefully guarded and mentioned only to herself.

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Character Portrait: Markelx Seno Character Portrait: Fletchyr Caile Character Portrait: Iggy Nein Character Portrait: Arya Tundra Character Portrait: Evie Johnson Character Portrait: Soren Meade
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Iggy Nein


Iggy froze immediately, straightening up and folding her hands nervously together as her Mistress spoke to her. She kept her gaze down on the ground, the small silver band around her arm glinting harmlessly in the sunlight. "Yes Miss A-Edwards." She played off the mistake of mixing off the first and last name by shifting the vowels quickly, causing it to seem like her accent was flaring up just a bit. She made a small curtsy as she walked off and then sighed, slumping down and looking at her dress with a frown. Momentarily, her gaze turned to watch Fletchyr leave to go inside, and mentally shrugged. She then turned her gaze cautiously to the new slaves, her eyes timid and fleeting, much like a deer's would be.

The small girl fiddled with the band, looking up to Antares and waiting for his signal. It would be foolhardy to go and change now while she was just given a job that should be completed soon after it was given. She let out a quiet, shaky breath and turn back to the windows, finishing off the rest of the water on the plants before returning to the small group.



Markelx Seno


Mark rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure~" He smirked passively, walking through the crowds to get to the stalls which had stock of the things listed on the parchment. "You're a pretty horrible sounding cook if you don't even know what these simple ingredients are." He eyed her with hard eyes, shoving one hand in his pocket while supporting the carcass with his other. He shifted a bit to cause the weight distribution to be a bit more comfortable, and then stopped at the first stall, pointing to a couple of things. "Most of the ingredients are pretty self explanatory by any means. You can pretty much relate them to the shape they sound closest to."

Once more he rolled his eyes, taking the dagger out and tossing it once more. "This thing? I borrowed it and shined it up. Much better than the foam crap Miss 'Edwards' gives to her hunters. Why? You nervous 'bout it?" He said so flatly, yet one could tell he was teasing without much effort. "Anyway, I'm sure you're in the household as well, considering the bracelet's design." He tapped his engraving with the dagger, the two metals clinking from impact on each other. "You must be pretty screwed if Miss Edwards sent you out to get these ingredients and cook with them, what with your nervous air and being so lost. It shows you don't know much, and you're probably going to end up bound." He chuckled darkly at her then rolled his eyes. "Heck, I have no idea, I'm just pulling your leg a bit. But you better hope that you and I don't get stuck as enemies." That cruel smile lit up his features eerily before he chuckled once more.

"I hope Miss Edwards gave you the money to buy this stuff. If not...." He trailed off then grinned. "We'll have to tell them to put it on her tab." He waved to the man carelessly, moving on to the next stall and leaving the girl to pick up the stuff and carry it herself.