Aeilbeth walks through the lacklustre lit street, hand unconsciously dancing over her dagger concealed under her leather sleeve. She is all too aware that the shadows creeping towards her could conceal any number of vagrants. If any want to get the drop on her, at least they won't be aware of all her weapons.She hears scurrying behind her. In one movement she pirouettes, draws her short sword from her left side and shrugs her long bow from her right shoulder to the floor.
She spots a young boy in rags sitting in a corner, staring through her with pained eyes that tell of years of hardship
She quizzingly looks behind his right ear as she sheathes her sword then reaches behind it with her open hand.The boy flinches as she plucks a gold piece from behind his ear, and then presses it into his hand.
He beams and scurries away.sometimes the greatest consequences come from the smallest acts
She smiles as she remembers why Master Nathan, and many after, used to call her "Lady Legerdemain" among many other things.
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For a begginer you certainly have flair, you have quite an interesting character there and I look forward to seeing what adventures will follow.
I am sure you are going to be natural.
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