*sitting in the middle of the scamp's mug in a well lit area, looking out for anyone suspicous*
Earlier today, I was running into the Ony Eyed Harpy up in Port Vhel when I met Sariel. I we were talking about how he dressed as I did before I went off to still something or before a fight. I replied "this
is Vhel" and I said I prefered Hempstead because of the rich merchants and how easy it was to snatch a few gems off one. Most of the people I know knows that I've stopped on all the stealing and I'm not like I was few years ago. No I have money, tons of food and some fine valuables and I don't plan on throwing all that away.
Back to the story, the innkeeper...forgot her name, butted in that the interest on the gems would be my head or something. To smart off, I said the only reason I didn't steal anything of their inn was because they had nothing worth stealing. She replied tartly that they never have any paying customers and the old bugger, Wheezer, replied with the same thing. Then this drunk came over and stumbled on top of me saying something like "You've gone to washing your clients? You've shrunk one!" That struck me hard. My size doesn't bother me anymore but that brought back memories from hells in my past where I've got caught statching something off of someone or was caught cheating why playing dice and such. Not like anyone couldn't afford to lose some extra coins, because i only played with wealthy people. *grins* But that sent me over the side quick and I started insulting him and I calmed him
boy once or twice... He asked if I was to young to be out by myself and calling my pipsqueak and someother things that most street urchins knew by the time they were five. Then he nodded to a couple of his buddies...my hopes of getting out quick and safe were dieing quickly. Couple of these half-orcs, always half-orcs, got behind and in front of me. This was no regular inn struggle. They carried axes! I mean come on! In an inn? Your'e supposed to use fists or little daggers but flashing huge axes the size of me and taller? A long sword would have done better, it's easier to store and conceal! All I had was my little shortsword that was tucked in my belt underneath my coat. I said they were lucky I gave up poisons else I would be packing several vials of it. They came after me, hit Sariel upside the head knocking him unconscious, I cvouldn't keep my I on both, they saw every move I made so I couldn't sneak in an attack without leaving the other 90% of my body open. One smashed my lip with the hilt of his axe and the other used the flat of his axe to drive me into a darkness.
I woke up, everyone was calm once agian, Wheezer and the inn keep came out from behind the counter and threw water onto us to wake us up. My eye was black, lip busted, mind wrenching headache and I needed to feed the chickens. See? I feed chickens like some farm wife! But they bring in a lot of money. Sariel and I left after making sure no one followed. We talked for a few minutes making sure we were alright. I said I was growing soft and told him he wouldn't be seeing me act like that agian. I'm not young like few years before when those jokers would have been tossed aside like
rags after I was done. Having all these nice things and gathering garlic and eggs instead of fighting or jumping roofs just to get a heel of bread for supper is slowing me down some. But I've met people and this sort of life is working out alot better than being a street rat. I was quick to insult instead of trying other options such as sweet talking or bluffing or outright ignoring the drunk. My pride got a hold of me and I was over confident...like always! *grins, take a drink from a mug and sets sets it down to write more*
Few hours later, I was in Hempstead talking to Shiff about. This woman came up complaining how the drink she had was worthless...I think she was trying to drown some problems. I told Shiff to be careful and that was how I got my black and and busted lip was because of a couple drunk men. One drunk woman counts for more than a couple men. She was talking about someone named "Twist" and how he did something with her child or human or something! *rubs his temples getting a headache* Anyway, I told shiff...I've been seeing a pattern on how people started to rampage because they're "passionate" about something, that she may turn out like Aerimor and lashing out at people. That was evidently the wrong thing to say. The woman got ticked off and saying through grit teeth that I had no idea what I was talking about and tears were swelling up in her eyes...I felt bad at accusing her of something like that. I was still a little shook up from the scrapple Vhel, I afraid of how she was saying the drink was worthless and always drinking more. I was afraid she was really going to get up and try to hurt or kill me. Shiff said that it was probably time I go, I was halfway to the crafting hall by that time. I made a couple more bags and I went to the Scamp's Mug where it is alot more lit and more people with their head still halfway screwed on. This is where I stop and I rent a room and make sure no one can get in.
That's all I have that there is for me to write about...
-Fellow