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Alliria. A gorgeous city with gorgeous ladies. And no sign of his true quarry. It was maddening. At least there was good coin to be made. The downside to the city? None. The heightened crime made it all the more easy for him to steal.
After all, who wouldn't try to take the exposed coin purse of a bard walking through the streets. His exposed one was full of smooth rocks, he carried twelve such pouches. He fought the smile as a grifter approached him, and bumped into him. He didn't need to reach for the rocks to know they were gone. Just like the grifter wouldn't expect the pouch at his neck to be taken as well. Rocks for gold, a fair trade, in his mind.
LATER
Finnick would be playing at the Humpback Tavern, cleverly named after its deformed owner. These people were beacons of creativity and hope. He was halfway through his set and a handful of lines from completing one of his greatest hits. Like usual, the audience was picking up on the chorus, giving him time for showmanship.
"We snuffed the magic dragon, smote her hatchlings in two! Stuck her with some pointy sticks, and covered her corpse in fuel!"
As they sang he would scoop down and snatch a patrons tankard before draining it and then discarding it with a grin. At their completion, he would bring home the last line. "Some may call us murderers, breakers of the fam! So our band of victorious heroes, are going on the lam," His well rehearsed and hearty laugh. "Fleeing fast and furious, back to save the day!" He would pull his sword free from its scabbard, while one hand continued on with the notes. "We proudly hoist the missing sword and singing all the way, say.."
The drunken fools would roar the finish. "We snuffed the magic dragon, smote her hatchlings in two! Stuck her with some pointy sticks, and covered her corpse in fuel!"
As they sang, Finnick would flip his sword and shift his stance, allowing the blade to land cleanly back into its scabbard. Timed with the last word, Finnick would steal another tankard and took a swig, before spitting the ale through the nearest torch for a spurt of flame. The crowd cheered in approval, even the fool that had stood so close he lost an eyebrow. He was going to get rich tonight.
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After all, who wouldn't try to take the exposed coin purse of a bard walking through the streets. His exposed one was full of smooth rocks, he carried twelve such pouches. He fought the smile as a grifter approached him, and bumped into him. He didn't need to reach for the rocks to know they were gone. Just like the grifter wouldn't expect the pouch at his neck to be taken as well. Rocks for gold, a fair trade, in his mind.
LATER
Finnick would be playing at the Humpback Tavern, cleverly named after its deformed owner. These people were beacons of creativity and hope. He was halfway through his set and a handful of lines from completing one of his greatest hits. Like usual, the audience was picking up on the chorus, giving him time for showmanship.
"We snuffed the magic dragon, smote her hatchlings in two! Stuck her with some pointy sticks, and covered her corpse in fuel!"
As they sang he would scoop down and snatch a patrons tankard before draining it and then discarding it with a grin. At their completion, he would bring home the last line. "Some may call us murderers, breakers of the fam! So our band of victorious heroes, are going on the lam," His well rehearsed and hearty laugh. "Fleeing fast and furious, back to save the day!" He would pull his sword free from its scabbard, while one hand continued on with the notes. "We proudly hoist the missing sword and singing all the way, say.."
The drunken fools would roar the finish. "We snuffed the magic dragon, smote her hatchlings in two! Stuck her with some pointy sticks, and covered her corpse in fuel!"
As they sang, Finnick would flip his sword and shift his stance, allowing the blade to land cleanly back into its scabbard. Timed with the last word, Finnick would steal another tankard and took a swig, before spitting the ale through the nearest torch for a spurt of flame. The crowd cheered in approval, even the fool that had stood so close he lost an eyebrow. He was going to get rich tonight.
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