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"N' sch thing as a clean fight," she said matter-of-factly, and meant it. "Figh' t'win or end up face d'n 'n alley wi' yer throat cut. In case o' me, worse 'n that." She flexed her fists until the crackled, thinking of some foggy and unpleasant memory. "Honor's fer them's as c'n affords it. An'...

Recovery was a few more moments coming. Once she had, she took a deep breath and stood straighter. After a moment of thought, she kicked the downed bastard again for good measure and spat a mouthful of someone else's blood on him. "Nae 'vry night," she said after the cheering and groaning had...

It might have ended with the neat dismantling of the first thug, even if it would have bruised their egos and given them a reputation that might require a bit of bone-breaking to stamp out properly. Might have but for the gleam of coin and the certainty that they would never live down turning...

"Damn str't," she slurred at him, raising her drink high before taking a deep pull of it. She needed to slow down a bit - there was a fine line between absolutely pissing drunk and too sober to suffer through it. She was edging into the territory of too drunk. She needed to keep her wits about...

She was silent for a moment, a thoughtful cant in her glassy eyes. "Hear' o' 'em 'afore," she said slowly and almost clearly. "Thems' 's ken it see a pair a breasts n' want nuffin t'do with it. Gotta ha' a cock t' play wit' the Big Boys." She gave a derisive snort at the thought. Her lack of a...

"Both," she agreed. "Been stuck a time 'r two. 'lmos shed m' mor'al coil right 'ere." She made a gesture of stabbing someone with a knife, wincing a bit at some memory that lingered in her drink-addled mind. Well, perhaps not addled; though her words were slurred and the stink of alcohol was...

She grinned at him, glassy eyes filled with amusement. "Seein' wut the night'll bring," she agreed. "'s what 'e pays me for," she added, gesturing with her head towards the man behind the bar with a barely concealed sneer of disdain. She picked up the cup and raised it to her lips, then frowned...

She shook her head as she took a seat, a lopsided grin smeared across her face. "I'd nae worry 'bout it," she confided to him in a voice that could be heard from several tables away but was delivered in the manner of a hushed whisper. "Summin else'll make a bet their backside cannae cash. Alway'...

She watched the unlucky man stalk off in a dark mood, and she barked a laugh at his retreating back. And deftly snatched a cup of beer - or whatever, she wasn't picky and wasn't really looking - off a passing wench's platter. That worthy didn't even note the loss beyond a cursory glance to see...

Three in for the night, she leaned back and made herself more comfortable. Honestly, waiting was boring. She didn't get paid to start problems, though. Just to end them with a minimum of killing and breaking things. She could usually get one of the two. She noted each new arrival as they...

She raised a chipped clay mug to her lips and took a long drink of the straw-colored piss in it. Shrouded in shadow, the denizens of the dive barely even noticed her at the table near the warped door to the dark streets. Excepting those that knew her by reputation. The Goblin's Head had a...

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