Post by Yevrin on Sept 2, 2012 13:47:10 GMT -5
Yevrin had been carefully peeking between her fingers to see how events were progressing between the jerk and her defender, letting a sob sound every now and then so as to keep up her charade. When she saw the man grab Boon by the collar she assumed that the two of them would be preoccupied with each other for a while, so now was as good a chance as any to exit the scene. She quickly dashed the few steps to the window and was about to go through it when she noticed something leaning against the wall right beside her: Boon’s staff.
An evil grin spread on Yevrin’s face. “Well, he does owe me,” she reasoned to herself as she grabbed the staff. “I can use this as leverage to get my money. At the very least I can make sure he does not leave this world like last time.” She reached into her vest and pulled out a rolled piece of parchment – one of Boon’s wanted posters she had had commissioned – and let it fall to the floor. There would be no doubt in that jerk’s mind about where his precious staff had gone. Then she quickly went out the window. Staff in her left hand, she grabbed the rope attached to her grapnel in the right and went over the roof and rappelled down the wall of the inn. When she reached the ground she whispered the command word which caused her grapnel to release its hooks and tugged on the rope. The grapnel slid down and off the roof and she caught it in her right hand before it could clatter to the ground. Disappearing being her top priority, Yevrin quickly gathered up the rope on the ground and ran into the nearest alley. She kept running, taking odd turns and going down different side streets until she decided she was far enough from the inn that she would not be found.
Yevrin smiled, thinking about thinking about the look on Boon's face when he had seen her act, how Boon would have to deal with the giant in his room, and after that fiasco was over he would find his staff was gone. She could see his face red with anger, hear his shouts of rage. She nearly giggled. She dropped the staff on the ground and proceeded to properly wrap her rope so that it would not tangle and replace it and the grapnel into the pouch on her belt reserved for them. They were the only enchanted objects that she kept on her so she made sure to take good care of them. Yevrin looked down at her blouse to assess the damage she had done to it. Two buttons had managed to stay wedged in their holes, but she had lost the rest and would have to replace them. She felt her cheek to see if the bleeding had stopped or not. Yevrin had thought that that might have been a bit much in her act, but since Boon had been bleeding she had figured she had better be bleeding too. “So I have to fix a blouse, treat my cheek, and replace two throwing daggers,” thought Yevrin as she tried to calculate her losses of the night. “The jerk, however, has lost his staff, probably some of his pride, and possibly his room if he gets kicked out for all that ruckus he caused.” Yevrin sighed, and kicked the staff at her feet. “I hope this thing is worth it. It does not look like I could sell it for much.” She fastened the buttons of her vest to at least cover the lower part of her front, then picked up the staff and walked deeper into the darkness.
An evil grin spread on Yevrin’s face. “Well, he does owe me,” she reasoned to herself as she grabbed the staff. “I can use this as leverage to get my money. At the very least I can make sure he does not leave this world like last time.” She reached into her vest and pulled out a rolled piece of parchment – one of Boon’s wanted posters she had had commissioned – and let it fall to the floor. There would be no doubt in that jerk’s mind about where his precious staff had gone. Then she quickly went out the window. Staff in her left hand, she grabbed the rope attached to her grapnel in the right and went over the roof and rappelled down the wall of the inn. When she reached the ground she whispered the command word which caused her grapnel to release its hooks and tugged on the rope. The grapnel slid down and off the roof and she caught it in her right hand before it could clatter to the ground. Disappearing being her top priority, Yevrin quickly gathered up the rope on the ground and ran into the nearest alley. She kept running, taking odd turns and going down different side streets until she decided she was far enough from the inn that she would not be found.
Yevrin smiled, thinking about thinking about the look on Boon's face when he had seen her act, how Boon would have to deal with the giant in his room, and after that fiasco was over he would find his staff was gone. She could see his face red with anger, hear his shouts of rage. She nearly giggled. She dropped the staff on the ground and proceeded to properly wrap her rope so that it would not tangle and replace it and the grapnel into the pouch on her belt reserved for them. They were the only enchanted objects that she kept on her so she made sure to take good care of them. Yevrin looked down at her blouse to assess the damage she had done to it. Two buttons had managed to stay wedged in their holes, but she had lost the rest and would have to replace them. She felt her cheek to see if the bleeding had stopped or not. Yevrin had thought that that might have been a bit much in her act, but since Boon had been bleeding she had figured she had better be bleeding too. “So I have to fix a blouse, treat my cheek, and replace two throwing daggers,” thought Yevrin as she tried to calculate her losses of the night. “The jerk, however, has lost his staff, probably some of his pride, and possibly his room if he gets kicked out for all that ruckus he caused.” Yevrin sighed, and kicked the staff at her feet. “I hope this thing is worth it. It does not look like I could sell it for much.” She fastened the buttons of her vest to at least cover the lower part of her front, then picked up the staff and walked deeper into the darkness.