There Once Was A Girl... - Part One
By Deuce Traveler
Chapter One
"Deuce Traveler," the
long haired priestess called out to the chained man as she
entered the cell. A smile of satisfaction appeared on her pretty
face as she saw his look of surprise. She wore a long white robe
that made her fiery hair and green eyes even more noticeable. Her
name was Precilla, and she was the priestess and spiritual leader
of the town known as Henn.
The young man sat on the ground, his arms chained to the cell
wall. Five months ago he was caught attempting to burgle a
citizen of Henn's home. He had admitted that he was originally
from Hillby and was twenty-two years old, but anything else that
he spoke of seemed to be twisted with lies. Finally, a travelling
pilgrim had come to Precilla and admitted that he had run into
such a man last year. It was easy to identify Deuce Traveler. Not
many men his age had long silver hair tied into a pony tail , and
not many humans had his violet colored eyes. Deuce quickly
recovered from his surprise and smiled sweetly at the priestess,
"Congratulations. That only took you months to figure out.
Can I go now?"
Precilla sighed as she lay a tray of mutton and goats milk in
front of Deuce, while keeping a safe distance away. When the
rogue was first captured he took his imprisonment good naturedly,
believing he would soon be released. The people of Henn did not
use the standard punishment of time in prison, however. Instead,
their priests were trained to preach to criminals until they felt
their wards were ready to fit back into society. Although he had
learned to read as instructed, he refused to discuss philosophy
with the priests, causing his stay in prison to become drawn out.
The rogue had been imprisoned for months now and still hadn't
lost his sharp tongue. In fact, as the months dragged on he had
become even less civil and almost violent. In the last two weeks
Precilla had had to personally intervene in his indoctrination.
There seemed to be a desperate anger in his eyes. Sitting down
across from Deuce, the high priestess couldn't help but feel she
was losing him. "By the gods, why do you have to be so
stubborn! The sooner you cooperate the sooner you get to leave
this place. All I'm trying to do is talk to you."
The rogue laughed bitterly as he tore a small piece of mutton and
tossed it into his mouth, "Fine. Let's chat. Nice weather we
are having. Are you married? If so how are the husband and kids?
What's your favorite color? Personally, I don't have one I stick
to. Today my favorite color is gray, tomorrow it will probably be
blue."
"That's not what I meant when I said we should talk."
"Oh, so I suppose you will choose what we talk about?
Doesn't sound like a conversation to me, as much as it does a
one-sided lecture."
"Call it what you will. The important thing is we determine
why you feel the need to take things that do not belong to
you," Precilla said for the twentieth time in a week.
"Oh. Why didn't you say so? There are excellent reasons for
why I do the things that I do."
Precilla sighed again slowly, knowing the thief had a sarcastic
streak. "And those reasons are?"
The rogue's face grew serious. "You see, I've always felt
like an outcast in society. If only people would have taken me
in, taught me, and nurtured me I would not have grown up to be
this wicked man you see before your eyes. I truly regret my
behavior, and if you ever have the compassion to release me I
promise that I will be a changed man."
The high priestess of Henn winced. This was worse than she
thought. The only thing that Deuce was willing to learn was to
read, and once he had done that he began to read as many books
from the Temple of Henn as the priests were willing to bring to
him. It seemed the only way at the time to reach the thief, but
he had obviously laid his eyes on the Henn philosophies on
society, sin, punishments, and redemption. Precilla would have to
be even more vigilant as he would simply feed her whatever he
believed she wanted to hear. "I don't believe that. You were
quite charismatic when we first captured you. And I don't believe
you are a bad man since you didn't try to harm the little girl
who had discovered you in Komas' home."
Deuce nodded at her as he maintained his somber look, "It's
because I'm desperate to make friends. Also I know how it is to
be like that girl, vulnerable to a cruel world. She reminded me
of me when I was young."
Precilla counted a few numbers as she tried to be patient with
the thief. "You don't act as if the world beats you down.
You act more as if you wish to challenge the world head on."
"Exactly true. There is no greater rush than sneaking passed
hired men and into a merchant's treasure room. I can't help the
fact that I'm addicted to danger. It's a thrill that I can't find
easily replaced in our normal, mundane world." Deuce
continued with a disgusted grin. "In fact you shouldn't even
be imprisoning me. You should let me go and admire me as a free
spirit that you both pity and envy."
Precilla rose from her sitting position, shaking part in anger,
part in shock. "Stop," she whispered.
"What's wrong? Used to criminals who try to plead with you
that there are good reasons for what they do? Every person has a
sob story and a sorry excuse for their actions. It keeps them
from ever having to change or be accountable for
themselves", Deuce spat. "I don't want your pity, I
don't want your cheap forgiveness, and I certainly don't want you
to analyze my head as if it was a simple to read map. I just want
out of this fucking cell."
The high priestess stood up, fury on her face, "You mock
everything we believe in. My priests tried to help you until they
finally gave up. I was the only one who would come here, making
me take time away from my flock to aid you." Precilla walked
up the steps towards the cell door and turned to look at the
grinning thief waving to her happily from where he sat. "By
the Goddess Fury I swear to you we tried. Food and water will
continue to be brought to you, but you will still not be released
until I come up with another way to help you. It could take some
time, so I want you to reflect in your waking hours."
As she opened the door to leave she could hear the rogue's chains
clattering as he stood up quickly, "Wait!" Precilla
looked upon Deuce's desperate face as he begged her,
"Please. I need to get out of here, you don't
understand."
The high priestess was unsure what to do at first. As she pulled
herself together and walked towards him she admitted to herself
the rogue was full of surprises. "Alright, Deuce. But you
have to give me something in return. Why did you come here?"
Deuce frowned at his loss of control, but knew he was backed in a
corner. "Fine, but you will play my game, too. Let me ask
you to forget your books for a moment. Forget those theories on
criminal behavior that you teach. Think for a moment and tell me
in the most basic terms why a man may steal."
Precilla blinked and stared oddly at the rogue. "Well, I
suppose for need. If someone is starving and hungry I can see why
they would feel the need to steal to survive. And then there is
greed..."
"No", Deuce said as he shook his head patiently.
"Greed is only a higher or corrupted form of need. Greedy
people steal for things like status or a perception of inadequacy
and need. Some people have works of art stolen so that they can
show it off to close friends in their rich circles. Other people
steal and horde gold like a dragon since coin makes them feel
powerful."
"Well then what about bank robbers and muggers? Wouldn't you
call them greedy since they are willing to take personal risks
over and over again in the pursuit of money?"
"Partly. Though most of the time those kinds of people are
asking for violence..."
"Thrill seekers," This time Precilla interrupted Deuce.
"There is a bit of greed to it, but the coin doesn't mean as
much to them as the actual adventure and the sense that they had
gotten away with something they weren't supposed to."
For the first time in months Precilla saw Deuce smile kindly, no
malice in his eyes. She was happy she was able to communicate
with him and bring out his charming side. "So that's it,
thrill seekers and personal need?"
"No. That's not it." Deuce's smile disappeared and he
ran his hands along his silver hair. He began to pace the cell
back and forth, as if trying to decide something.
"What else could there be besides personal need and for a
thrill," Precilla asked the rogue. He would not answer her,
and continued to pace with his shackled hands behind his back and
his eyes on the thinly carpeted floor. The high priestess could
not think of any other reason why someone would perform such a
selfish act. Unless the act wasn't selfish. Precilla almost
slapped herself for not thinking of it months before,
"Sometimes a man feels he needs to steal for someone else.
There's a sick child and he can't afford the medicine and so must
steal it. Perhaps another must steal gold from a lord so that he
can pay adventurers to rescue a parent from ogres."
Deuce stopped and smiled, "Yes! Now you understand. And you
understand why I must go."
"So you aren't doing this for selfish reasons?"
"No I'm doing it for her. Or maybe for us," Deuce
looked confused before he added in frustration, "Or maybe
I'm being greedy and selfish and doing it for me, but I won't
know until I get back to Logby."
The high priestess looked the rogue in the eye for a moment and
then sat down across from him, "Logby? I think this is the
first time you have ever been fully honest with me. Please go
on."
"There's a house in Logby and I needed the money for the
rent. My girlfriend and I..."
"Stop," Precilla interrupted quietly. "I said I
believed you, but I need you to start from the beginning if I'm
going to continue believing you. Tell me everything about the two
of you, up to your current difficulties. It's a lot harder to
cover a lie when a long story is told from the beginning."
"It's personal, and I don't know you woman. Is nothing
sacred to you," Deuce stared hard into the priestess' eyes.
"Nothing a thief has to give is sacred to me. Is your pride
more important than getting back to her," Precilla asked as
she met his eyes unwaveringly.
The rogue sighed and sat down across from her. He gathered the
mug of goat milk in his hands and stared into it, wishing for a
beer to make the story easier. Sighing, he looked up at Precilla
and began. "There once was a girl..."
Chapter Two
"WhooHooo! Oh my oh my oh
my oh my oh my, look at all the pretty girls!" Rooks was
screaming like a mad man. The young mage had a bit too much to
drink and couldn't stop leering at the various females as he
passed by, his hands full of fake flowers to give out. It was the
end of the month of the Grand Struggle, heralding spring, and the
Riversy Fertility Festival was nearing its peak. The better the
fake or toy flower a man would offer a woman, the better kiss she
was supposed to give him. Some even went so far as to suggest
where the woman should plant her lips, although such bad displays
were frowned upon by the patrolling city guardsmen.
"Deuce, please buy your friend another drink to shut him
up," Trad suggested eagerly. The red haired stocky dwarven
woman had her arm around her fiancee, Pent. Pent was slightly
taller than Trad, with jet black hair and a long braided beard.
The two of them had met the nineteen year old Deuce in the local
thieves guild and had allowed him to share their apartment as
long as he helped them on the occasional job.
"I swear. I'm always having to babysit the man," Deuce
mocked annoyance as he purchased two mugs of ale from a side
vender. He paid the man, admired the backside of two passing
brunettes, and handed his friend Rooks a mug as he began to sip
the other. The rogue held a collection of flowers to give to the
women walking around. He had earned a half dozen of them, and was
given three good flowers from a woman for planting a kiss on the
top of her bodice. He had done so with such gusto that she
planted her ladies brimmed hat onto his head, complete with a
large feather at its top. He still wore the thing as he walked
though Main Street, a mug of ale in one hand, a clutch of flowers
in the other, and a stupid grin on his face.
The four companions decided to relax at the intersection of Main
Street and Merchants Row. It was getting late, and there would be
one more night of the Festival left. They would have to get their
rest if they were going to be able to do any decent partying. As
Rooks desperately tried to convince a bored red-head, brunette,
and blonde to kiss him all at the same time, Trad laid her head
on Pent lovingly and yawned. Deuce smiled at the two of them and
turned towards the crowd to give them privacy. He grinned
unashamedly at an olive skinned woman and winked at her from over
his beer mug. She blushed and smiled back warmly as she
disappeared into the huge crowd.
With a hoot, Rooks, who failed to get the three women to kiss
him, ran past Deuce and across the street towards three elven
women with piercing blue eyes and light blonde hair. Sighing, the
rogue chased after his friend, hoping he wouldnt chase
every girl away. Rooks was now trying to get a kiss out of the
two taller elven ladies, stiff arming Deuce as the rogue
approached. The rogue shook his head with an amused grin and
looked for the third elf. If he was going to be standing around
he figured he might as well make conversation.
The shorter elven woman was young like him, and looked bored and
impatient. What struck him the most was the beauty of her eyes.
He didn't know what it was about her, but there was a certain
grace and assuredness to her. To him, she was the most stunning
woman he had seen in a long time. "Hi, I'm Bosco," he
introduced himself with a grin. Another custom in the Festival
was to give a fake name when introducing yourself. You were
supposed to talk to as many people as you could, giving a
different name each time, a tough feat if one was also following
the tradition of drinking heavily.
The elf glanced at him and looked back towards the street,
"I'm Caitlyn."
"Flower for a kiss?"
"I'm not really into kissing strangers."
"What a lucky day. Gorgeous and a lady," the rogue
thought to himself. "Ok, I'm actually Deuce," he
whispered as he leaned towards her. "What's your real
name."
"Caitlyn," she repeated with honesty and boredom.
"Oh, this is no good," Deuce thought. A girl this
pretty must have been bothered all night. He needed something to
get her attention. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
mechanical rose he had been saving for a special moment in the
Festival. It was a rare gnomish device designed specifically for
the Riversy Festivals and the rogue had spent many of his coins
on it. "Here," he said to her as he handed her the
rose, "I think you might like this."
She raised an eyebrow in surprise as the rose petals began to
move, then spin. Soon they were twirling at a furious speed,
forcing the rose to fly out of her hand and high into the night
air with a piercing whine. As the two watched, the rose
disappeared into the night, replaced a moment later by a bright
flash and loud crack. The people in Riversy looked up in surprise
with an audible 'Oooooh' at the results of a rare Gnomish
Festival Rose. Caitlyn smiled, then chuckled in delight as she
looked up at the rogue, a twinkle in her eye.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Deuce, Rooks, Trad, and Pent
slept at Pent's apartment in an attempt to recover and prepare
for the next day's abuse. Deuce couldn't help thinking about the
last day's events as he prepared to go out into the crowded
streets again. He had earned his fake flowers, gave some others
away, had quite a few tasty drinks, and met a lovely woman. He
couldn't wait for what the next day would bring.
The four of them had been late for the last night of the
festival, and Deuce thus far, hadn't recognized any of the people
he ran into the night before. There were just too many citizens
on the streets. After only an hour of drinking, an exhausted Pent
and Trad walked up to Deuce and Rooks. "We're going to turn
in. We just can't keep up with the drinking and our bedtime
activities," Pent said with a wink, causing Trad to punch
him lightly in the ribs.
Rooks cackled with glee at that, "You lucky bastards. I
can't even get a wee kiss when I need it."
"Well, maybe if you didn't smell like a brewery you would do
better," Trad suggested helpfully as Pent waved a goodbye
and pulled her through the crowd.
"I'm beginning to think she doesn't like me," Rooks
said with a smirk.
"She only doesn't like you when you're drunk. You can be a
pain in...," Deuce's voice trailed off as he saw a familiar
elf on a side street. "I'll be right back." Caitlyn was
looking up and down the crowded streets as the rogue approached
her. She noticed him, a look of recognition lighting her face.
"Oh, its you again," she said.
"Hello again, Ketlin."
"Caitlyn."
"Right, Caitleen. You look lost."
She ignored his failed attempts to say her name. "Im
looking for my cousins. They were supposed to meet me on this
street."
"Ill tell you what. My friend and I are hitting the
taverns. Why dont you come with us?" Deuce put his
hand slightly out to her and smiled, expecting her to shy away
from the strange offer.
Caitlyn didnt know what to think of the man in front of
her. He was obviously attracted to her, but didnt seem to
be overbearing or cruel. His smile was warm and open. There was a
happiness to him, and she momentarily forgot her sisters, took
his hand in hers, and allowed him to lead her through the streets
of Riversy.
"Damn, why am I following him?", she thought to herself
and blamed the firebreathers she just drank.
They began to get to know each other, joking around in bars and
just smiling and cuddling together. Actually, he did most of the
cuddling and stole a kiss. She got a bit annoyed with him at
first, but she noticed whenever she felt uncomfortable he seemed
to sense it and back off. She sensed that this odd boy named
Deuce just seemed happy to be next to her. And he finally got her
name right with some coaching. His annoying friend, Rooks, kept
interrupting their cuddling with lewd jokes or the demand that
they get up and go to the next bar with him. When Rooks next
turned around, Deuce took her hands in his and slipped out of the
bar with him, leaving the rogues friend behind. The two of
them ran into the next bar laughing, and as she sat on a stool he
wrapped his arms around her and stole another kiss.
"Oh, so now you think you can just kiss me when you have the
urge?"
Deuce laughed, "Im sorry. Its just that I feel
incredible with you. This night has been so surreal."
She smiled at that. "Surreal?"
"Oh what? I cant say surreal?"
"Well, surreal just doesnt seem like a Deuce word. It
sounds pretty silly coming from you."
"Ill have you know I can say more words than beer and
legs."
"Oh, I feel so surreal today," she mocked.
Deuce laughed, held her again, and stole another kiss. They spent
the rest of the night like that, teasing one another, laughing at
the odd people in the Festival, giggling, and kissing. The
Festival was winding down when they ran into Caitlyns two
cousins. They looked disapprovingly at the rogue, saying some
quick words to Caitlyn in elven. She shot words back and looked
at into Deuces face with a frown and a sigh. "I
dont want to go."
"But you have to," Deuce said with a nod. He thought
about offering her to come to his place or to go to hers, but
knew that would ruin this most perfect moment. "Will you
mail me?", Deuce asked. "I am Deuce Traveler and live
in Riversy. Im staying in a rented room in the Westing
House. Just mail it to me and Ill pick it up at the Post
Office here in the city." Caitlyn smiled and hugged him,
giving him a long and gentle kiss. She squeezed his hand and
watched him walk away as she went to join her cousins.
Deuce felt he probably wouldnt hear from her again. People
had enchanting moments, but rarely acted on them. That and she
was tired. He doubted that she would be able to remember his
address all the way back to wherever she was staying at. The
rogue sung love ballads to himself in bliss as he walked alone
through the city streets. A man offered to play him at a game of
chance with cards, and Deuce lost the small remainder of his
money to him. The rogue just smiled and continued walking
undaunted as the sun came up. For hours he just walked,
remembering her smell and thinking of her. "Ill never
see her again, but god what an amazing woman."
He finally reached the Westing House and climbed the steps to his
residence. The door was open and a passed out Rooks laid on the
floor. As Deuce sat down and got ready for bed, Rooks stirred and
looked up. "I was getting worried. What happened to you,
mate?"
"You wouldnt believe it, but I just wanted to spend
time with her and I think she wanted to spend time with me,"
Deuce smiled warmly at the memory.
"And you left your buddy behind. Mates before women,
Deuce."
"No. Not for this one. She was something special. She was
beautiful."
"She was cute."
"Youre jealous because you didnt meet
anyone."
"Bah! Just shut up and wake me later," Rooks grumbled
drunkenly as he turned into a ball on the hardwood floor, wrapped
his cloak around himself, and passed back out.
Deuce just smiled and laid down on his back, his hands resting on
the back of his head as he looked outside the window at the open
sky. It took some time before the bliss was over and he could get
his much needed rest. The last thing he thought about as he
drifted to pleasant dreams was that he could still taste and feel
her lips on his.
A week later he was pleasantly surprised by her first letter.
Chapter Three
Sallya grinned at
her cousin, Caitlyn. "You've been writing him back and forth
for a year and a half now. You should go."
Caitlyn fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair. She and her two
cousins lived together in their elven home far north of Riversy.
Now there were rumors that the elves were planning to leave the
human lands within the year. Feeling her time in the realm was
limited, Caitlyn had decided to see a half-elf in Miramor that
had been wooing her for the last couple of years. She mailed
Deuce about her plans, his reply being his own invitation for her
to visit him in Riversy.
"I don't really remember Deuce well. It was more than a year
ago, and we might have kept in touch through mail, but I don't
even know him."
"And yet you talk about him often enough," Sallya
replied, an amused grin on her face. She sat across from her
cousin, settling gently in a deep elven chair.
Caitlyn sighed, "I think I will go to visit him and I can't
say why. It doesn't make any sense. I've only met him once."
Sallya's smile grew even wider. "Yes. But what a
night."
* * *
Deuce was falling. The rogue had fought with a half-orc on the
top of a warehouse in Riversy. Deuce had barely twisted out of
the way of the warrior's longsword, but the dodge cast him to the
edge of the roof. Sensing victory, the half-orc made a thrust
towards the off balance thief, causing Deuce to go over the edge
and land in the harbor waters below.
The rogue's body slapped against the surface of the chill water,
stunning him. Deuce felt the liquid swallow his body as he
descended into the depths of Riversy Harbor. He sank slightly
into the muddy sand on the harbor bottom before recovering and
kicking upwards for air. Desperately he rose, his hand above him
as the rogue sought air. Deuce broke the surface of the water
slowly, trying to be as silent as possible as he took in a
lungful of oxygen. The rogue allowed his eyes to adjust to the
darkness as he sought a place to climb back onto the wharf. Deuce
spied a wooden ladder descending from a dock and waded towards it
slowly. The rogue heard footsteps approach as he ascended the
ladder. He reached for his curved dagger and swore as he touched
his empty hip sheath. His blade had fallen with him and now
rested on the bottom of the harbor.
Rook's smirking face appeared above him from over the ladder. He
whispered, "Damn, you make too much noise for a thief."
"What happened to the half-orc?" Deuce asked as he
climbed the ladder. His dripping clothes clung to him
uncomfortably.
"Pent got him as he was gloating over where you fell. The
fool didn't even see Pent's axe falling."
"And I got the package," Trad said out loud as she
approached the mage and rogue. She wasn't happy at all about how
the mission had gone. The main thieves group in Riversy was named
the Mockingbird House. Rivals had always tried to increase their
influence in the city, but the Mockingbird House had maintained
their dominance for the last five years. Lately new people had
begun to enter Riversy and could be seen observing members of the
government, merchants, and the city guard. The Mockingbird House
had begun to trail these individuals, and heard word of an
important package being picked up in the warehouse district. Trad
and Pent were sent to try to intercept the package before the
pick-up. The two dwarves decided that they might need help and
hired the guildless Rooks and Deuce to join them. The four of
them staked out four different entry points to the warehouse
district every night for the last three days. It was Deuce that
observed and tracked a large cloaked man who entered the harbor
in a small raft. The man entered one warehouse building, left it,
walked back to his raft, and sailed downriver. The rogue had
gathered the others to help him search the warehouse building.
The search took more than an hour, and the foursome began to
think that their observations had been noticed and that they had
been tricked, when Rooks had the idea to search the top of the
structure. The package was found near the edge of the roof when
the four were intercepted by three armed men. In the midst of the
battle, Rooks had killed one man with deadly bolts of magic, Pent
and Trad took another, while Deuce was left to fight a tall
half-orc that sent him off the roof. Whoever these men were
working for would know that the Mockingbird House had been
involved. Trad hoped that whatever retaliation would come would
not involve her or Pent.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"A hundredths
coinsth for each ofs us on a thimple pick-up," Rooks
exclaimed intoxicated, a red haired woman in his lap. Her name
was Lori and she had drunken glazed eyes and short red hair. The
mage and rogue sat across from each other in a table at the
Carrion Inn and were well into their fourth pitcher of beer.
Deuce had trouble thinking clearly. Between the fall in the
river, his still sore body, and the alcohol, he found thought
came with difficulty. "Sirty coins."
"What'sch that?"
The rogue squinted, trying to see the mage more clearly. "I
sthaid thirtsy coins. After havings to buysth a new blade,
payingsth the rents to Pentsh, and the drinks toonightsh I haves
thirty coinds."
"Stho do anothers job. There's alwaids another jobsth."
Deuce paused, his slurred thoughts interrupted by a flurry of
arms. Tara continued wrapping her arms around the rogue's neck,
holding him tight and kissing him roughly on the cheek.
"Alright, baby. I'm off work so let's get out of here."
Tara was cute, a brown haired barmaid with hazel eyes. Her
greatest feature were her ample breasts, which she was greatly
proud of, always wearing clothes that showed the most of them.
Tara once whispered to Deuce that she had even named her two
globes, promising that one day she'd tell him those names if he
continued to entertain her.
"Shounds gawd, "the rogue replied as he finished off
the rest of his beer. He would be sleeping on the floor with Tara
at Rook's dormitory room in the College of Magic in Riversy
today. Deuce was still living in Trad and Pent's apartment, but
tried not to bring women home to the couple. He appreciated them
letting him stay for cheap rent and the occasional job and tried
not to ruin his welcome. Deuce rose and took Tara by the waist as
Rooks and Lori followed the two towards the door.
The rogue stumbled along the beer stained floor, ignoring the
dirty looks some of the other patrons gave. Many of them had been
trying to entice Tara to the back room or into the alley, even
going so far as to offer her money. Lust filled their eyes for
her, and jealousy towards him. They would have to content
themselves with the used, tired looking prostitutes that filled
the marred bar. Even in his drunken state, Deuce sighed at the
scene. Sex was fun, but to see men want it to the point of
feeling hostile disgusted the rogue. Tara just smiled sweetly at
a group of gap toothed, balding men in the corner of the bar,
pushed her back up to reveal more of her cleavage, and left the
Carrion Inn to the trash strewn streets of Riversy's poorer
district.
The four of them began to head away from the slums and towards
the College of Magic, ignoring the stray race of ugly dogs called
Fido's that filled the streets. Fido's were a strange cross
between dogs, coyotes, and wolves. The race of canine was
disgusting, with oily thin fur, a pinched slobbery face, and an
angry, untameable disposition that ensured no one in their right
minds would take them in as pets. They seemed to roam the streets
in groups, but were not known to help one another, making them
lonely survivors constantly walking through Riversy with survival
and procreation the only things on their primitive minds.
Rooks was laughing and pecking kisses on Lori, who was feeling
nauseous from alcohol and trying to fend him off. It was a chilly
night, so Deuce held on to Tara for want of a warm body. An old
drunk stumbled towards the four of them, shouting, "Sirs!
Sirs! Help a man in need, sirs! I'm a tired man, sirs, and only
wish for a few coins for a meal."
"Go away old man," Rooks shouted and gestured towards
him obscenely. "You think we have any money,
ourselves?"
"Please, sah! All I'm asking for is a few coins," the
drunk begged again as he came close to them and grabbed Rooks by
his coat sleeve.
"I said get away!" Rooks angrily pulled his sleeve away
from the old man as he leapt backwards. The mage slipped on some
street trash and collapsed on his side, followed by the beggar.
As the drunk fell on Rooks, his knee went deep inside the mage's
stomach, causing him to begin retching with a sickening groan.
The drunk began to weep, rocking back and forth and crying
something about his pitiful state. Lori seemed stunned by the
scene before her at first, until she laughed heartily at Rooks'
plight. Tara followed suit as she stepped over the old drunk and
told him to get off the drink and run home.
Deuce took a step back from them, disgusted by his puking friend,
laughing women, and the old wretched drunk. Suddenly he pictured
the man as a boy, vibrant with youth and dreaming of what he
would become. The rogue looked around at the filth of this
section of Riversy and the barred windows of the surrounding
houses. He suddenly felt guilty about his drunken state and
meager thirty coins in his pocket. The thief looked up into the
stars hovering far above him in the clear night sky and thought,
"By the gods, is my life just this? Please let there be
something more."
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