Post by Christi on Aug 15, 2010 20:23:00 GMT -5
It was a clear, starry night; a waning moon shining down upon the burgeoning borough that was deep in slumber but for those few that enjoyed the nightlife, and the travellers that were stopping in to find boarding to rest for the night.
While the market and shops thrived during the day, the inns and taverns were equally active once the sun had set. Passing their open doors, one could certainly hear the raucous noise of laughter, conversation and music. Of course, the smell of ales, food and smoke wafting out into the streets was rather hard to miss as well.
Often you could find someone or another being tossed out into the streets by hired muscle. Whether for starting a drunken brawl, or being too fresh with one of the serving girls, if it seemed like you would wind up throwing the whole place into chaos then it was guaranteed that you would find yourself tumbling head over heels out the door.
Such was the case for one unfortunate young woman. She landed in a face-plant after being thrown rather unceremoniously from an establishment that looked to be of rather ill reputation.
"Oh, ow," the woman huffed, turning herself over so that she could sit up and wipe the bit of blood and dirt from her face, "Weren't you ever taught to be gentle with a lady?"
The man that had thrown her out merely gave a jeering look, "You ain't no lady. 'Sides, when the boss says he wants someone out, I toss them out. No ands, ifs or buts. Now scram."
"Come on, I didn't even do anything to deserve being thrown out like that," she complained, adding under her breath "Yet, of course..."
"We don't need any of your kind round here. It's bad for business."
"Oooooh, I see now. This is just because I'm a Tiefling, isn't it. Well, shame on you for being so judgmental just because I've got a bit of demon blood in me," the woman claimed in indignation, dusting herself off as she stood up.
"I ain't being judgmental. Your kind is always causing trouble and thieving things. Ain't no one that wants you around and you'd be getting the crowd all worked up if you were left to stay. You can be sure that there's going to be trouble if we find out you've nicked anything, you thieving little goat."
"Oh, sure, blame it on the Tiefling. You're just as biased as everyone else. Jewelry's gone missing? Has to be the Tiefling of course. Misplaced family heirloom? Obviously the demon whelp must have stolen it. The pie left to cool on the window sill went missing? Has to be me of course... Okay, granted, the missing pie was me, but a girl's got to eat you know. Point is, if something was stolen, it doesn't mean it was me," she claimed, crossing her arms in a huff. Her motion caused the coin purse she'd hidden on herself to come loose and fall to the ground with a jingling of metal, both she and the man staring down at it.
"Oh, wow, where could that have come from?" She claimed innocently, trying to feign ignorance. She paused as the man narrowed his eyes at her and started out of the doorway toward her. She stuck around only a moment long enough to snatch the purse back up before taking off at a full sprint away from him, hoping to find a secure place she could hide herself away in before his shouting drew too much attention to the area.
While the market and shops thrived during the day, the inns and taverns were equally active once the sun had set. Passing their open doors, one could certainly hear the raucous noise of laughter, conversation and music. Of course, the smell of ales, food and smoke wafting out into the streets was rather hard to miss as well.
Often you could find someone or another being tossed out into the streets by hired muscle. Whether for starting a drunken brawl, or being too fresh with one of the serving girls, if it seemed like you would wind up throwing the whole place into chaos then it was guaranteed that you would find yourself tumbling head over heels out the door.
Such was the case for one unfortunate young woman. She landed in a face-plant after being thrown rather unceremoniously from an establishment that looked to be of rather ill reputation.
"Oh, ow," the woman huffed, turning herself over so that she could sit up and wipe the bit of blood and dirt from her face, "Weren't you ever taught to be gentle with a lady?"
The man that had thrown her out merely gave a jeering look, "You ain't no lady. 'Sides, when the boss says he wants someone out, I toss them out. No ands, ifs or buts. Now scram."
"Come on, I didn't even do anything to deserve being thrown out like that," she complained, adding under her breath "Yet, of course..."
"We don't need any of your kind round here. It's bad for business."
"Oooooh, I see now. This is just because I'm a Tiefling, isn't it. Well, shame on you for being so judgmental just because I've got a bit of demon blood in me," the woman claimed in indignation, dusting herself off as she stood up.
"I ain't being judgmental. Your kind is always causing trouble and thieving things. Ain't no one that wants you around and you'd be getting the crowd all worked up if you were left to stay. You can be sure that there's going to be trouble if we find out you've nicked anything, you thieving little goat."
"Oh, sure, blame it on the Tiefling. You're just as biased as everyone else. Jewelry's gone missing? Has to be the Tiefling of course. Misplaced family heirloom? Obviously the demon whelp must have stolen it. The pie left to cool on the window sill went missing? Has to be me of course... Okay, granted, the missing pie was me, but a girl's got to eat you know. Point is, if something was stolen, it doesn't mean it was me," she claimed, crossing her arms in a huff. Her motion caused the coin purse she'd hidden on herself to come loose and fall to the ground with a jingling of metal, both she and the man staring down at it.
"Oh, wow, where could that have come from?" She claimed innocently, trying to feign ignorance. She paused as the man narrowed his eyes at her and started out of the doorway toward her. She stuck around only a moment long enough to snatch the purse back up before taking off at a full sprint away from him, hoping to find a secure place she could hide herself away in before his shouting drew too much attention to the area.
