It was a long day. A long and strenuous day. Yet, strangely, not one completely forgotten into the quagmire of everyday life. It all started rather irritably drenched, blissfully on my way to the tailors to get another shirt. I only have two which I'm juggling quite proficiently. It was the rain that mucked the program up, eventually. But never the mind. I didn't have much bloody coin to start with, thank you, lass. I don't blame her, she got me back. This is what happened.
Jogging from port to post, I made my way, sloshing down the streets, just passed the Boar Fountain, to see the tailor. The vixen was in a similar shape concerning her state of crisp dryness. We both made for the awning. And just as we both reached the cover she grabbed me completely by surprise – something not quite undesirable, however – playing her scheme to the tee. Coming up close, acting the damsel in distress, clearly in trouble, being “watched”. I just had to play along. It would have been a shame to let her think she'd get away from this so sweetly. Perhaps I should have. Did she think I'm such an easy prey? Such a fool? I've been around the block a few times, lass - same thing happened to me one dark and drunken evening in Lake Town, but that's another story, all together - I played along for as long as I dared, before the thought to just be a spiteful bastard surfaced my sometimes, too, mischievous mind. She asked me to pretend I know her; I did, I knew her for steeling my boots I told loudly. Two can play this game, lassy. She was quicker than I thought and got my damn purse, the bitch. All of it. Well, all that I had left. Which was, as I later found out that cloudy evening, not more than a meager 10 silvers.
I fumed. Of course I fumed. It was all I had left till I have to leave for the Shire the next day. Where and how am I to even think about food, never mind a decent drink in this dismal weather. And there the vixen just made off with it. Fuck her, you know.
I went to the Pony after, just needing a drink, and the Dawn's got a running tab there Eroforth was so generous in proving from some contest money. And who would it be that I run into. If it wasn't that very same bloody thief. Corrben was there as well, courting Tosie as usual. The last thing I wanted was the Watch's help, so I chased after her. Oh but could she not run. It was raining, pouring down, and the damn lass was fast. She taunted me, calling me a bloody Watcher's ares-arsonal. She knew she'd get my gile up when accusing me of being buddy buddy with that cunt, Corrben. She dashed behind the Pony, making for the stables, me in tow, hot at her heels. Eventually we reached thatched roof above the horses when I got her. Don't know why she was afraid of me, just wanted my damn purse back. In her frightened attempt to get away, she slipped off and fell, hitting her head on the ground.
The last thing I wanted was for that pretentious Corrben to come stick his ever present and so obnoxious nose into our affairs. Yeah, I know how it looked like. After trying to help this vixen to her feet, surely taking back my purse. I started asking her questions. She telling me she's working for some guy, expecting her to pay him some form of... what? I've been there myself. I understand her and what she must be going through, and offered her help. As much as she's willing to take. Busy with my purse I fortunately recovered, Corrben comes strolling down ever so nonchalantly like his does, accusing me of hiring a whore. I guess I got what was coming to me when the little lying daughter of a bastard's maid told him that she was in fact a crow of copious immorality. What ensued was of a matter of red raged anger. At him and at the bloody world in general. Luckily, she later confessed to what transpired in front of three watchmen.
Yet, Corrben, in his egotistical, high and righteous, lying need to defile my name by his sister, ran to her like a toddler just been given the honey jar, and told her he found me red-handed. The bastard told her he found me in the company of paying a whore. Perhaps that's how it seemed. I would have thought the same. He conveniently just forgot to mention the lass confessed to it all, about my purse and the boots. At least Pip didn't believe him, told me she could see he was lying through his teeth. I guess there's some relief to be had this day. That, and being able to come back to her after such an affair, drenched and soaked to the core. She asked me to stay the night, which I did. It was too cold to venture out that time of morning, anyway. I also didn't want to leave. And I didn't want to leave her, she was so warm. I think the bed needed fixing as well. Might do that tomorrow.
