Gender: Male Age: 53 Location: Las Vegas, Nv
|Introduction: Lesson in the Marketplace|
The talk the next day was wild. They had contained the fire at the Thieves guild. Everyone in the guild house had died from the smoke. The chest full of jewelry and the gold coins had been found. I started the morning off by having to muck the stables out and ended up having to wash almost everything I owned in a trough. I was wearing the clothing of an Imperial Peacemaker with my crest when Mrs. Hoard stepped out the kitchen door. She hesitated and then cleared her throat. I straightened, “Yes ma’am?”
She smiled, “Could you escort Ginger to the market again? There are rumors of gangs hanging around and I want to make sure she’s safe.”
I smiled and nodded, “Of course ma’am.”
Ginger slipped around her with a basket and Mrs. Hoard nodded to her, “don’t forget anything Ginger.”
Ginger nodded and grabbed my arm pulling me along with her. She kept looking at me and finally she smiled, “You look nice.”
I smiled as two burly merchants stepped out of our way quickly. “Thank you. You look lovely today.”
She grinned, “Mrs. Hoard said I could have the afternoon off.”
I glanced around and frowned as I saw several older boys from gangs. “What are you going to do?”
Ginger squeezed my arm as she realized something was wrong. “I wanted to…”
It was as if a bell had gone off. We had just entered the marketplace and I saw a couple of dozen older boys pushing off from walls. They weren’t after me, they went for the merchants. I pushed Ginger sideways into the booth of a merchant and kicked out into an on rushing boy. I grabbed the merchant’s broom and spun. The end with the brushes cracked into the side of another boy’s head.
I hit the stall to knock the broken end off and stepped away from the booth. I started moving down the isle and three boys turned from wrecking another stall. I slammed the broom handle against the side of one boy’s head and side stepped to kick another in the groin. The third boy rushed me as I straightened and brought the handle straight up between his legs.
I moved away as he screamed and fell to join the other two boys. I came up behind two boys trying to climb over the counter of a merchant’s booth. The broom handle came down hard on the back of one’s head and he dropped to the counter. The other boy spun around and leapt at me. I side stepped and brought the handle down in a loud crack on the back of his head as well.
I moved away, glancing back down the isle to see the merchants tying all the boys up. Another group of boys ran into me at the end of the isle. I slammed the end of the handle into the first boy’s stomach and spun to knock a knife out of another’s hand. Shoving the handle straight back behind me made another scream as he grabbed his groin and dropped to the ground.
I side stepped one rushing me and grabbed his arm. I spun, letting his momentum carry him as I released him and he ran face first into a stone wall. I spun the handle around my wrist as a boy closed with a dagger in his hand. He jumped back and the handle shot out to strike him in the forehead.
As he slumped to the ground unconscious another took his place. I brought the handle back and then brought it down on a boy’s head as he bent over holding his stomach and spun, bringing the handle around to slam into the side of another boy’s head. I shifted sideways and swept the handle down and back knocking a boy’s feet out from under him as he started to swing a club at me.
While he cursed and fell I moved forward spinning the handle over my head and bringing it down sharply on the shoulder of a large boy getting ready to throw a dagger at a merchant. I looked around at the boys around my feet as they whimpered and groaned before heading towards a group of three boys. They were beating on a large wooden bench a merchant was holding up to keep them out of his booth.
I hit one behind the knee and then brought the handle around to strike him in the head as he fell. The other two boys spun away from the merchant and one swung his club at me. I caught it on the handle between my hands and cracked him in the head with one end of the handle. I shifted and sidestepped the third boy as he grabbed at the handle. I brought one end around to slap his hand and then jabbed the end into the pit of his stomach.
I looked around to see the city guards rushing into the marketplace and headed back to get Ginger. I found her behind a young merchant who was sitting on a pile of tied up boys. Ginger held an iron pot lid in one hand and a frying pan in the other. I grinned and then laughed as I got closer and saw two boys on the ground at her feet begging her not to hit them again.
Ginger looked at me and then smiled before going back to glaring at the boys at her feet. It was only a few moments before a couple of guards came down the isle pulling the tied up boys to their feet. When they got to Ginger, I was sitting on the merchants counter talking to him. The guards looked from Ginger to the boys to me. I held up my hands, “I didn’t do it. They were begging her not to hit them again when I found them.”
They looked at Ginger and then started laughing as they pulled the boys to their feet and tied their hands behind their backs. Ginger shyly handed the pot lid and frying pan back to the merchant, “Thank you.”
The merchant smiled as he took the offered items, “You’re welcome.”
He hesitated and then blurted, “Can I see you sometime?”
Ginger looked startled and looked at me before smiling at the merchant and nodding, “I work in the Bright Lady. I usually get a half day off every week.”
She bit her cheek, “I get a half day today…”
The look on the merchants face was priceless as his eyes widened and he nodded, “I’ll find you.”
I took Ginger’s arm and led her away while she kept looking back. It took a couple of minutes to get her to remember what we needed to get. She kept this smile on her face the whole time we shopped and I had to keep an eye on how much she paid the other merchants. By the time we got back to the Inn the whole city was talking about the gangs attacking the merchants.
There was even a laughing rumor about Ginger and her frying pan even though they didn’t name her. Mrs. Hoard was waiting inside the kitchen, wringing her hands. Ginger only absently handed everything to Ms Peace before heading out to clean tables.
Mrs. Hoard looked at the closed door behind her as if she had been watching a stranger. She looked at me and I could see her question. I grinned, “She met a young merchant.”
Her eyes went wide and Ms Peace put her hand over her mouth. Little Teresa looked back and forth, “So?”
Mrs. Hoard looked at the door into the common room, “Did he like her do you think?”
I laughed as I headed for the back door, “I would start planning her wedding and look for another girl to replace her.”
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