"No, you don't have to worry about a mob hot on my heels," Tenfingers explained. "I'm pretty sure I lost them."
"Oh good, because I'd really hate for my store to be set on fire."
"Hush. It wasn't even a mob. I noticed three men following me out of the bazaar, and decided that I didn't want to stay and chat. They didn't look native to the city, so it wasn't that hard to ditch them in the crowded streets. But damn was it painful!" Tenfingers abruptly realized that while telling her story she had unconsciously been rubbing her battered breasts, which had started to feel better. So much so that she forced her hands palms down on the tabletop before she caused a scene. If Jalah noticed this hiccup, she had the good grace to pretend not to. Tenfingers continued hastily. "And so I arrived here."
"I still feel awful about pointing that crossbow at you."
"You didn't recognize me right away. I understand. But shouldn't you have just threatened me with magical incineration? That'd be a much cooler way to go."
Jalah chuckled. "I wouldn't be able to back it up. Offensive spells are the last thing you get taught. I think the best I could manage is to give an intruder a mild case of pink eye. If they itched them enough, their eyes might swell shut in a few days. The threat of irritation isn't a great deterrent though." Then addressing her friend's disappointed expression, she added "sorry to disappoint."
"Nah, that's... Wait. Who are you trying to deter? Your shop is aligned with the Thieves Guild, so nobody's going to steal from you. The ward on the lock, and that hand cannon of yours are new. What's going on?"
Jalah suddenly looked very tired. "Nothing. Probably just paranoia. Lately I've noticed certain people monitoring me from a distance. Not the usual harmless oglers either. Shifty characters. So far there hasn't been any overt threats, but the situation has got me kind of frayed. The crossbow helps." She patted it and her brave face returned. Upon eying her friend's new bosom she grinned. "I think you left out all the parts of your story describing how busy you've been."
Huzzah for chibi! I love the little fireball, and can so imagine her going "hadoken!", but i guess that's the nerd in me. Oh well. But we need more action, maybe a skillfull breastsassination against said wierd robed dude. A horrible and yet wonderful way to go, depending on who you are.
I'm very glad to see TenFingers again. From what Jalah said, it almost sounds like the people who have her scared are the same ones who were chasing Tenfingers.
"Oh good, because I'd really hate for my store to be set on fire."
"Hush. It wasn't even a mob. I noticed three men following me out of the bazaar, and decided that I didn't want to stay and chat. They didn't look native to the city, so it wasn't that hard to ditch them in the crowded streets. But damn was it painful!" Tenfingers abruptly realized that while telling her story she had unconsciously been rubbing her battered breasts, which had started to feel better. So much so that she forced her hands palms down on the tabletop before she caused a scene. If Jalah noticed this hiccup, she had the good grace to pretend not to. Tenfingers continued hastily. "And so I arrived here."
"I still feel awful about pointing that crossbow at you."
"You didn't recognize me right away. I understand. But shouldn't you have just threatened me with magical incineration? That'd be a much cooler way to go."
Jalah chuckled. "I wouldn't be able to back it up. Offensive spells are the last thing you get taught. I think the best I could manage is to give an intruder a mild case of pink eye. If they itched them enough, their eyes might swell shut in a few days. The threat of irritation isn't a great deterrent though." Then addressing her friend's disappointed expression, she added "sorry to disappoint."
"Nah, that's... Wait. Who are you trying to deter? Your shop is aligned with the Thieves Guild, so nobody's going to steal from you. The ward on the lock, and that hand cannon of yours are new. What's going on?"
Jalah suddenly looked very tired. "Nothing. Probably just paranoia. Lately I've noticed certain people monitoring me from a distance. Not the usual harmless oglers either. Shifty characters. So far there hasn't been any overt threats, but the situation has got me kind of frayed. The crossbow helps." She patted it and her brave face returned. Upon eying her friend's new bosom she grinned. "I think you left out all the parts of your story describing how busy you've been."