Closed Is That "Dawg" Dead? [Shiress]

[Syl Serin]

10 Spring 513

The alleyways always seemed the easiest route to take through the city of Syliras, yet also the dangerous route as well as the route you would always find something odd. Today was no exception. Syl was searching for a place to go and find a meal she had not yet been to eat. She had ventured the taverns and inns on the side of town she preferred long enough. This time she wished to experience a different meal. Maybe, she might find herself in the richer part of town today.

Then a smell came over her. "Guuhh." A vomit nearly took her. She could taste the remnants of the last meal she had. This time it tasted twice as bad nearly warranting another gurgle in her stomach. She could hear the flies buzzing nearby.

"Is that dog dead?"

Her eyes located a stray dog having a nap or either a recently killed abandoned dog by at least two days. Since it was rather common at times to find a dead body lying around in the alleyways, considering the Knights tended to put miscreants to work. Syl lifted the box he had on as either a hat or a house and saw the most disgusting thing-smell-sight she believed to have ever seen. She wasn't even sure if it was even a dog or had ever been one. The eye or what looked like an eye hung down to his, it's, chin thing where the lip..."ugghhh."

Syl let go of the box and let it rest back on his, it's, head something or nuther. She then turned away to continue walking in the direction she was originally heading before "that" had interrupted her. She took three steps to reach the corner and soon found herself falling to the ground after bumping into a rush of reddish brown hair mixed with her own black hair.

[Shiress]

Shiress stepped through the doorway of the Rearing Stallion and pulled the door shut behind her. A fairly empty tavern and an owner in a good mood gave the barmaid the afternoon off. With her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, loose fitting blouse and equally loose fitting pants, she tucked her hands in her pocket and lumbered her way down the road toward Travelers Row to freshen herself up a bit, catch a nap and then maybe a walk to the gardens or back to the stallion for an ale. A handful of bodies scurried along the store fronts as Shiress meandered ahead paying no mind to her surroundings or the pale skinned woman that had just stepped from the alleyway directly in front of her. She collided with the woman like a brick wall, sending her small frame slamming awkwardly against the stoney ground. A stabbing pain filled her arm as it twisted beneath her body. With a cringe, she brought her arm around and cradled it with the other. She lifted herself to a sitting position and there she sat for a chime, still stunned. At length, her gaze ran along the ground until it met the woman's eyes that she just collided with. "I'm terribly sorry." She shrieked as she pushed herself to her feet with her one good arm. Her hand extended to help the woman to her feet. "I hope you are not hurt. I should really watch where Im going."