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Lostagrace was in the middle of their normal day to day boozing and debauchery. Posted a little ways before the city were three guards to watch teh surroudning areas and take care of any critters looking to make the inhabitants lunch. Piper apperaead on the horizon and one of the guards spotted her and raised teh alarm.

The town took teh warning, and for a few moments silence reigned in teh taverns. Then large gusty laughs echoed around as men predicted who the idiot would be this time and who would deal with him. It was agreed upon, Big Jack would handle him, invite him for a nice friendly card game. Of course the deck was marked and they'd all blatantly cheat. And when the newcomer called them out, he'd get his throat slashed. Easy enough. Tehn all valuables would be first picked over by Big Jack and later the rest of teh town. It wasn't much but Lostagrace had it's own system.

Lostagrace had long stopped caring that what tehy did was below and completely outside of the law. They were a bunch of thieves and had no problems admitting it.
It was easier to take valuables from a dead man than a live one and survivors were usually few though tehre had been some over the years.

A few looks at her as she walked in and some raised eyebrows. Chain mail and a deep purple cloak. Purple signified wealth and royalty and that meant this little lady might have a rich someone willing to pay a lot of money for her. But it had already been agreed upon, Big Jack would take care of her.

He stood up, 6'2 and at least 200 pounds of what had to be muscle. He clomped over to her and took a seat beside her at teh bar. "Big Jack. Welcome to Lostagrace. Care to tell me what a little girl like you is doin' way out here?" He waved his hands around at the seedy tavern she was sitting in.

Everyone was silent watching to see what she would do. At a glare from Big Jack they returned to their drinks and conversations though glances were continously shot over at teh two at the bar.

Big Jack drank his beer and signaled the bar tender. "Get the girl a drink. On me. What do you want?"

He shrugged and slapped the money for his own down. She wanted to act like that, she could buy her own damn drink. He gave a glare to some of the other occupants in the bar and then looked at teh girl sitting next to him. "Tournament? You?" He laughed, slamming his beer on teh bar as the whole bar erupted into gales of laughter. "Why don't you stop foolin' and go back home where you belong?It's a dangerous world sweetcakes, not everyone has good intentions." He drank some more beer. "You any good with that thing?" He nodded to the bow and arrow, then leaned in close, leeringly studying her collar. "That's nice. Mind if I see it?"

He downed the rest of his beer, already well on his way to getting completely and irrevocably drunk and he grinned at her. "Ah but I asked for it and nobody denies Big Jack." He lunged at her, intending to rip it off of her neck but he missed and instead grabbed that purple cloak. He pulled out a switchblade and the deadly glint of the knife glittered in the dim light. "I said I wanted to see it!" He brought the knife up in an arc and teh sound of it slicing the air could be heard by both of them. "I'll spare you if you give it to me sweetheart."

He glared at her and then grinned at teh cloak in his hands and tossed it to one of his buddies. Then he turned back to her. "Don't lie to me wench. You can take that necklace off, now do it!" He turned back and then rushed her with the knife. He was no longer playing around with the girl. Her question caught him off guard for a moment and he screeched to a halt. "Damsel in distress? All women are. You are nothing against teh power of a male, a lesson all women must learn at some point." To prove his point, he grabbed a whore who was sitting in one of teh chairs. He took the knife and sliced her dress neatly in half so it gaped at the front. When she hastily went to close it, he smacked her in the face and knocked her on her a**. "See? And now it's your turn, ready sweetheart?" He started stalking her, backing her up slowly till she was against the wall.

He rushed at her, his big meaty feast lined up perfectly with her jaw. He brought his fist back, the knife in teh other hand and aimed it directly at her jaw. One hit and she'd be on teh floor and he'd get that damn necklace. He felt his fist connect with a satisfying crack. And then he turned and started back, not even waiting for the girl to crumple at his feet, it always happened. He loved doing this, it gave him such euphoria, he'd celebrate by buying another drink.

He hit teh floor hard and cracked his head but he didn''t even feel it. Instead he went to get up when she was standing on him. "******** b***h." He howled when teh whip knocked his knife out of his hand. He reached out and wrapped a hand around her ankle, not really caring that there was an arrow aimed right into his face. He was going to drop her the saw way she had him, he could feel his reputation suffering. "Get off me you b***h, or you''re going to pay!" He grunted and groaned, bitching at her.

He screamed in pain at the first and then just whimpered at teh second. "Son of a b***h!" He shook his head and tried to pull up his elbows. He couldn't and it hurt like a b***h. "God ********..." He was cursing and screaming and he was ready to cry. It hurt so ******** bad. "Alright...you win. Keep the god damn necklace."

Everyone in teh tavern kind of backed up adn shook their heads. They didn't want to mess with this girl. She meant business. The bartender picked up her purple cloak and tossed it to her. "Go on. You've proved your worth. Take your stuff and go."

Malik was indeed up, and watching the day to day activities of home. wasn't too far off from the original. a bit more gladiator type training, but he supposed that was becuase of the tournament. probably constant traingin to make sure any gladiators entered for it would be the best of the best. and his back, good lord. he looked like he'd been whipped. he woudl have to remember to cut that girls nails or something. but he was getting a bit concerned. he knew she'd been goign to explore, but she should have been back by now..which ment he was pacing in teh main hall, though paying attention to the suroundings. no buyers ever came. apparently the slave money was made entirely through gladiatorial competition or this apparent annual tournament.