Meliadoul was walking down small street, the largest street in Essyrn. It was a joke made by the locals , it was indeed named small street, because at the origins of Essyrn it was the smallest street. But as more people came and the city grew, so did the street. The higher ups didn't bother changing the name, as a comedic joke, and as a tourist attraction . Meliadoul was sitting down, under a small cloth roof upheld by wooden supports, much like a market stall without the stall. She was sitting on a small sandstone bench, sharpening the tip of her rapier .
She glanced up as one of the captains of the local gaurd charged in there, preparing a swing before even entered. SMACK. she heard.. Meliadoul stood up abruptly, and glanced around the corner, grabbing her parrying dagger from her side, she frowned as she glanced over the situation, she spotted the wood elf being bullied by these guards, and she smiled as she stood up for herself with the spit .
But they crossed the line, after the man punched the thief again in the cheek, where the bruise was, without hesitation, she quickly swung around the corner, stabbing her rapier directly into the back of the captains neck...
Blood spirt onto the thief from the gaurd captain, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, he fell to his knees, and then to the dirt, the Girl would fall with him, and Meliadoul quickly stepped foward infront of her. She spoke in a melancholic and stoic manner.
"Begone, lest you end up like your captain."
