Kaska looked down at her. "Sounds like human bonding, but much more permanent. I don't speak much from experience. The only thing I could have considered bonding was with Enoch, and that dissipated when he tried to sell the mace out from under me. It wasn't that it was valuable, though it is...he just hated me knowing how to defend myself. He wanted me firmly under his thumb where I could stay weak forever and not learn to raise a hand against him. But I refused. I began lying about how many clients I had taken that night, how much I had stolen. I began to ferret away money and eventually I left him entirely. I took every single bit of coin they'd earned that month, which was cruel of me. Several boys I know must have gone hungry because of it." he reached down and pulled a blanket over them, which was a nice gesture but futile. The blanket was ratty and thin. "So I carved out a territory for myself. Been working it ever since. Every now and then one of Enoch's boys gets kicked out for not earning enough and I befriend him. Calthus was one of those. He panicked the first time Enoch tried to prostitute him out and ended up killing a client, so he had to go." Kaska sighed, thinking of his friend. Calthus hadn't been old either, perhaps fifteen. "Bonding is not something I've thought about for a long time. There were a few trysts with the others in Enoch's den but we were trying to comfort each other emotionally. It wasn't permanent and we all knew it." He thought about the stolen chest of training equipment. Enoch would be looking for it soon, Baldur had most likely stolen it as asking would have raised a lot of questions. He would have to get her on her feet and quickly. "Tomorrow I'll get you out on the streets." he said, settling back his head and closing his eyes. In the morning, Kaska woke up bright and early and nudged Leith awake. Today was the day for practical experience. Kaska walked his territory with her, familiarizing her with all of his marks. Here and there were marks in blood and ink. "X means gang territory, danger. A circle with a mark through it means a client who cheated me, two circles together means coin." he showed her the marks on the walls. Sometimes they were obvious, other times they were tiny and he had to move a brick or stone to get to them to show her. His border markers were obvious. "Whores mark out territory by their most distinguishing feature. Mine is red hair, so I put a piece in all my territory markers. The small impact crater means I have a weapon. I use the mace to make them. So it tells clients to look for the man with red hair, and it warns off other whores that I have something I am not afraid to use." Kaska told Leith. Then it was time. Men were getting out into the streets looking to buy breakfast or a morning drink. Or in some cases, something to recover from the drinking. Kaska told Leith to watch him. He walked up behind a man who was still swaying slightly and examined him. After a few more paces his hand darted forward and he fell back quickly, eyeing his victim. The half-drunk person hadn't noticed a thing, and Kaska tossed a few coins to Leith. "That's how its done. Go pick a mark, pretend they have bells on them. Remember to watch for weighted pockets." he smirked. "Go on." |