Ahh the marketplace. It was always so quiet in the early hours of the day. The small bustle of life as customers browsed the merchants' goods put on display for all to see. Each merchant advertising shamelessly to passerby's in hopes that they would become a potential customer. Small children ran around playing games such as tag while their parents tried to get their errands done for the day. It was a simple life, a life that the famine demon did not mine. It was these small normalities of everyday life that pleased the girl most. No drama, just peace and quiet.
But even all good things must come to an end. A commotion could be heard from the Southside of the marketplace. A few different voices echoed throughout the alleys, mostly masculine in sound. "Of course, a few brutes showing off for women," the girl muttered to herself. It wasn't uncommon to hear ruckus from the other sex. Men always trying to show off for women to get their attention or when their advances weren't met, the usual complaining and harassment that followed. Still, this seemed to be more than the usual encounters that happened in this part of the place. A few shoppers stopped their general browsing at the sound of the commotion, only to follow the shift sounds. Slowly, more and more gathered in the direction of the small brawl that was shaping up. Even merchants stopped their sales to close up shop if only to watch for a few moments.
The demoness rolled her eyes at the very thought of watching a brawl such as this. It was a normal occurrence yet still, the hordes gathered to watch as if to entertain themselves at the expense of others. Nymeria turned her attention away from what squabble was breaking out. Her deep navy blue cloak was pulled lightly around her small frame, hood up to cover all but her face. Just as the girl was about to leave to find a more quiet venue to spend her time, the sounds of an extravasate pain rang out loud enough to stop the girl dead in her tracks. That wasn't a male's voice. No, it belonged to a female. Iridescent eyes grew with concern as she could no longer ignore what the rest of the market was quick to go. There couldn't have been much time left. Quickly, the girl ran opposite of where the commotion came from. She weaved through what creatures still roamed the market with an urgency that confused those she passed. Each pass, each turn took the girl down a different alley that slowly brought her closer towards where the brawl had broken out.
Within what felt like a century, the girl managed to peak around the corner to see a few men scattered about. Blood splattered the ground in intricate designs, all trailing back to one of the men. She cared not for the injuries he sustained nor any of the others. She came for the girl. Eyes scanned the crowd only to find what seemed like a frail Tume elf holding onto herself with some blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. The poor girl... There wasn't another moment to waste. Nymeria darted out from around the corner only to pull gently at the girl's clothing. "Come with me. You don't want to give stick around here and give them another chance," she stated with a stern tone. The demoness didn't wait much for an answer. She pulled a bit more forcibly to indicate what direction the elf should go in before releasing her grasp on her clothes. Nymeria pulled her cloak tighter around her body as she spun around and retreated back towards the corner she can come from originally. If the elf was wise, she would take the demon's lead.
But even all good things must come to an end. A commotion could be heard from the Southside of the marketplace. A few different voices echoed throughout the alleys, mostly masculine in sound. "Of course, a few brutes showing off for women," the girl muttered to herself. It wasn't uncommon to hear ruckus from the other sex. Men always trying to show off for women to get their attention or when their advances weren't met, the usual complaining and harassment that followed. Still, this seemed to be more than the usual encounters that happened in this part of the place. A few shoppers stopped their general browsing at the sound of the commotion, only to follow the shift sounds. Slowly, more and more gathered in the direction of the small brawl that was shaping up. Even merchants stopped their sales to close up shop if only to watch for a few moments.
The demoness rolled her eyes at the very thought of watching a brawl such as this. It was a normal occurrence yet still, the hordes gathered to watch as if to entertain themselves at the expense of others. Nymeria turned her attention away from what squabble was breaking out. Her deep navy blue cloak was pulled lightly around her small frame, hood up to cover all but her face. Just as the girl was about to leave to find a more quiet venue to spend her time, the sounds of an extravasate pain rang out loud enough to stop the girl dead in her tracks. That wasn't a male's voice. No, it belonged to a female. Iridescent eyes grew with concern as she could no longer ignore what the rest of the market was quick to go. There couldn't have been much time left. Quickly, the girl ran opposite of where the commotion came from. She weaved through what creatures still roamed the market with an urgency that confused those she passed. Each pass, each turn took the girl down a different alley that slowly brought her closer towards where the brawl had broken out.
Within what felt like a century, the girl managed to peak around the corner to see a few men scattered about. Blood splattered the ground in intricate designs, all trailing back to one of the men. She cared not for the injuries he sustained nor any of the others. She came for the girl. Eyes scanned the crowd only to find what seemed like a frail Tume elf holding onto herself with some blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. The poor girl... There wasn't another moment to waste. Nymeria darted out from around the corner only to pull gently at the girl's clothing. "Come with me. You don't want to give stick around here and give them another chance," she stated with a stern tone. The demoness didn't wait much for an answer. She pulled a bit more forcibly to indicate what direction the elf should go in before releasing her grasp on her clothes. Nymeria pulled her cloak tighter around her body as she spun around and retreated back towards the corner she can come from originally. If the elf was wise, she would take the demon's lead.
