Solo The mercenary and the merchant.

[Revy Hiroe]

28th of Spring, 513 AV. A mercenary, easily identified by the towershield on the back and a longsword on her hip, walked through the city towards the eastern quarter. Her target was a clothing shop. She wanted to get maybe a dress or two extra. It was really strange for her to want to pretty herself up, but nonetheless she wanted to. And what better way then to wear good clothing? However, on her way to the shop in question, she heard the distinctive sound of fists connecting with flesh and bones, clinks of metal objects ricocheting off stone walls and the whining of the unfortunate loser. "A brawl? This should be fun to see.", she thought to herself as she made her way over to the source of the sounds. There she saw a rather bloody sight. A person lay on the ground with a large number of shallow cuts. None of them lethal, but they would certainly hurt. Especially because those cuts had gotten dirty with sand. Oh, how that should burn. The other thing she noticed was that there were two monks standing next to him and just picked him up to drag him away. Just as she wanted to walk away from the scene, a little miffed that she had missed the action, she saw a rather wealthy guy. She could notice this by the way he dressed and the fact that he was fat... really fat. That also meant that he was no Nykan, because of the way they handle food. "Oi, you fat guy. What'cha scared of?", she just bluntly asked him. Man was that guy pale. Hadn't he seen a scene like this before or so? The merchant just answered: "Not so much s.. scared of this s.. scene. More about the b... blades fl... flying around." Revy just had to smirk. This guy had never been in a brawl then. And if he had been, he was probably the first one to be knocked out. A general rule of a brawl, or any kind of fight for that, don't be afraid of stuff flying around. Be afraid of becoming afraid of that. If you show fear, people will jump on you and it also clouds your judgment. "Oi, I got a proposition for ya then. Hire me and I'll protect your fat ass. I'll protect it 'till you leave this place." The guy had no sense of what was a good mercenary nor a bad one, so he just quickly agreed. Pay appeared to be no problem and he lodged at the Safe Haven Hostel just like her. "Good, that makes it much easier. So, what are ya doing today, boss?", she answered his confirmation and lodging location.

[Abstract]

Loot, Lore, and Skills!

Revy :

Skills:
Observation - 1
Rhetoric - 1
Organization - 1

Lores:
Getting a job with a cowardly merchant

Again, not much to give, considering the length... Please PM me if you have any questions, concerns, or comments!