Arri enjoyed the easy silence between them for a few moments. "Yes...what can I say? Our situation is not good. When the Clanless began we were small and all muscle or pickpockets. But now, you see there are orphans, vulnerable women, and elders. This is the tax of kindness."
The ladies quieted after the remainder of their party joined them in the room. "Alright, let's head back." She smiled and let the elf sisters take the lead with Vanya gazing wide-eyed at Honi as if he were a hero.
An enjoyable feeling took hold of her in that moment as if she wished it were...
She led the sisters into the baths. About forty minutes of soaking in the deliciously warm water she felt much better, more relaxed, and happier. The girls chatted about mundane things and enjoyed each other's company. After they were finished, they dried off and put their shifts back on. Since...
"Aye, but how long until you're good enough to maneuver without pain or opening a wound?" she quipped. "What's the rush anyhow?"
Fayarri nodded and ran another hand over an ear. "Let me ask some others, too." She strode over to a younger boy with a ragged red scarf around his neck. "Vanya, you...
Arri gulped down the last bit of soup and stared at him unimpressed. She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth in a tactless way before answering. "So you want to black mail some landownito fund us? Don't be daft. You're going nowhere after that fight with our lovely half-giant friend...
She raised a brow. "A bit of a tall order for your first night here, eh?" She walked over to some logs that served as benches. They were worn smooth by the bottoms of countless bodies. " Tell me this plan of yours," she said beginning on the soup.
"I had planned a nice relaxing bath tonight, if...
Taking the bowl of sloppy soup, Arri looked over her shoulder at the warrior, then turning she said to him, "Maybe, maybe not. Depends on what you have in mind." She disguised her surprise that Serratia had accepted. Out of all the inner cicle members who helped run this place, Serratia was the...
Her eyes narrowed and she regarded him silently for a few moments longer, tail tip twitching. What she actually thought about his little speech was not discernable to anyone lacking the ability to read minds. "Very well. You spin a good story. I accept your presence with us, but you must report...
Serratia regarded him silently for a few moments. "I do not think that Fayarri expected you to actually be on par with Nori."
"Let me be clear and say this has never been done before. You give us, the Clanless, a nice sum and then proceed to offer to teach us. Clearly you have some...
"Respect her, but do not bow and scrape. Be truthful," was all Fayarri told him. She exited the medic tent to receive her midday ration. A server with a giant ladle and pot stood in the middle of a flat area illuminated by torches. Already a line had gathered with survivors of all shapes and...
Serratia Delacour was no ordinary slummer. She was a scarlet-scaled Komodi and one of the people who made sure the place kept running. Namely, that no one died of starvation or sickness and that no one was being harmed. The Keturrin girl had informed her of who they had met and what had...
The feline girl watched as the brute was beaten. The man fought well and strategically, unlike the muscle-packed half giant who relied primarily on his brute strength. "Sorry, Nor," she muttered as the stranger landed the harsh blows. When Nori was finally divested of his club, Arri nodded in...
Arri observed through clever eyes. He sure seemed eager to teach a gang of raggamuffins. At the same time, she didn't want to be in debt to anyone and this offer along with the silver seemed too good to be true. Or perhaps he just knew that he couldn't take on a team of desperate thieves. She...
Fayarri's slitted eyes narrowed. So he was a skilled bowman. No wonder he had walked into such an area with relative ease. She ignored his words as her eyes scanned him, seeking a weakness or opening. Only when he mentioned making more money did her eyes dart back to his with a greedy gleam...
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