Fast Freddy March knew that reputation was everything in East Street. For fear, for faith, for obedience and the reassurance enough to shake your hands or put gold in it... without a solid reputation to back it up, everything else was worthless. He had one, of course: tough but fair, ruthless when crossed, honorable when obeyed and dealt cleanly with.
Most of it was bunkum, of course. That's the thing about reputations: it's just another way of saying "public lies".
And now he was faced with a challenge to it, in his own domain where he held (theoretically) absolute sway. The Myrian kicked open the door to the iron cage just as soon as a nameless, faceless minion unlocked it, smacking it into his forehead as he did-
-and not noticing. His eyes were still fixed on Freddy. The crowd parted like a shoal before the shark as he approached. The lugs on either side of Midna stalled and exchanged looks. Neither of them would have liked to tangle with Savage Henry, at least not without three friends and him looking the other way... and now the thing that had just crippled Henry was striding towards them.
Angry.
Freddy controlled it well, Razkar had to admit. Faced with a monster from darkest Falyndar, the kind his mother (well, if he had one) whispered ghost stories to him about, the rat-faced hustler didn't budge nor tremble. He knew what was at stake. So did Razkar.
"This bitch disrespected me."
"I regret that," Razkar lied, hands flexing, fists forming and relaxing over and over, "But she is a Child of Myri."
"What does that matter?"
"To you? Nothing. To me? Everything. I would have you release her."
"Didn't you hear me? She disrespected me! Here! In my own place!"
Someone sidled up to Razkar and the Myrian glanced aside to see Sebastien's pinched face at his side. The sellsword was clearly not enjoying this turn of events, the euphoria of his victory (for of course he'd set down his own purse for Razkar to win, not just the gold the Myrian had given him) now obliterated by having to step into the stand-off.
"Er... your winnings, Raz," he mumbled, handing over a purse more than three times fatter than the one Razkar had given him, "Minus my, ah, half, like you said, and-"
"My steel?"
"Oh... here..."
The human felt angry and unforgiving eyes on him as he handed the shining, blade-covered weapons harness back to Razkar, who threw it over his head and began buckling and fastening as Freddy gritted his teeth, bore them-
Ah, no chance to get me without my blades, hmm, barbarian? Well, tough shyke.
"Thank you, Seb. You can go."
Seb did as he was told, wanting to get as far from this volcano-waiting-to-blow as possible, and only just heard Freddy snort and snap: "Talking much finer now, aren't you? No more of the broken Common savage bullshyke."
"I will pay fifty mizas, gold, for her... stupidity," Razkar said, silently and fervently beseeching Myri's forgiveness for his words, "The female is clearly drunk. She did not know, or she would not have offended such as you."
"Such as me?"
"A man of wealth and power."
Freddy grew a few inches, and Razkar kept the smirk off his face. Goddess, these barbarian types were so easily to manipulate, once you knew where their foibles rested. His black eyes flicked from the Brain to the two Brawns flanking Midna, dwarfing her, and he let his hand fall to his gladius.
He coughed. They let go. Freddy's smile faded.
"A fair price and a good point, Myrian, but-"
"One hundred, then. For the insult to your pride."
Even the crowd muttered at that offer. A hundred mizas, just to pay for misplaced words? The Waveguard did not give fines to excessive. Freddy looked around furtively, gutter mind calculating the odds and the whispers that would issue forth from this place...
Razkar could see his mind whirring, and decided to give him one final nudge. Hands held up in complacence, he said lowly, "I would not add my offence to you, Mister March."
That did it. Now he had The Myrian paying homage. The crowd murmured again and Freddy gave a stately nod like one dismissing a prisoner. He failed to pull it off, naturally, but Razkar could still see it, and his sneer as the tottering Midna was let go.
"Get her out of here."
"With pleasure, Mister March."
He didn't pause nor question nor introduce himself. Strong hands gripped around Midna's like vices and she felt herself pulled along, faster than her feet could follow, tripping, stumbling, gliding through leering faces and sparkling eyes that had light but no souls, until the cold air hit her and there was a horse trough and-
"Right, female, time to wake up."
-and Razkar shoved her head into the freezing water.
Winnings+260gm (originally 800gm - eight-to-one odds against Razkar - minus the house's 10% betting fee, NPC Seb getting half of what's left, 100gm given to NPC Freddy to smooth over Midna's mouthing off to him)
Most of it was bunkum, of course. That's the thing about reputations: it's just another way of saying "public lies".
And now he was faced with a challenge to it, in his own domain where he held (theoretically) absolute sway. The Myrian kicked open the door to the iron cage just as soon as a nameless, faceless minion unlocked it, smacking it into his forehead as he did-
-and not noticing. His eyes were still fixed on Freddy. The crowd parted like a shoal before the shark as he approached. The lugs on either side of Midna stalled and exchanged looks. Neither of them would have liked to tangle with Savage Henry, at least not without three friends and him looking the other way... and now the thing that had just crippled Henry was striding towards them.
Angry.
Freddy controlled it well, Razkar had to admit. Faced with a monster from darkest Falyndar, the kind his mother (well, if he had one) whispered ghost stories to him about, the rat-faced hustler didn't budge nor tremble. He knew what was at stake. So did Razkar.
"This bitch disrespected me."
"I regret that," Razkar lied, hands flexing, fists forming and relaxing over and over, "But she is a Child of Myri."
"What does that matter?"
"To you? Nothing. To me? Everything. I would have you release her."
"Didn't you hear me? She disrespected me! Here! In my own place!"
Someone sidled up to Razkar and the Myrian glanced aside to see Sebastien's pinched face at his side. The sellsword was clearly not enjoying this turn of events, the euphoria of his victory (for of course he'd set down his own purse for Razkar to win, not just the gold the Myrian had given him) now obliterated by having to step into the stand-off.
"Er... your winnings, Raz," he mumbled, handing over a purse more than three times fatter than the one Razkar had given him, "Minus my, ah, half, like you said, and-"
"My steel?"
"Oh... here..."
The human felt angry and unforgiving eyes on him as he handed the shining, blade-covered weapons harness back to Razkar, who threw it over his head and began buckling and fastening as Freddy gritted his teeth, bore them-
Ah, no chance to get me without my blades, hmm, barbarian? Well, tough shyke.
"Thank you, Seb. You can go."
Seb did as he was told, wanting to get as far from this volcano-waiting-to-blow as possible, and only just heard Freddy snort and snap: "Talking much finer now, aren't you? No more of the broken Common savage bullshyke."
"I will pay fifty mizas, gold, for her... stupidity," Razkar said, silently and fervently beseeching Myri's forgiveness for his words, "The female is clearly drunk. She did not know, or she would not have offended such as you."
"Such as me?"
"A man of wealth and power."
Freddy grew a few inches, and Razkar kept the smirk off his face. Goddess, these barbarian types were so easily to manipulate, once you knew where their foibles rested. His black eyes flicked from the Brain to the two Brawns flanking Midna, dwarfing her, and he let his hand fall to his gladius.
He coughed. They let go. Freddy's smile faded.
"A fair price and a good point, Myrian, but-"
"One hundred, then. For the insult to your pride."
Even the crowd muttered at that offer. A hundred mizas, just to pay for misplaced words? The Waveguard did not give fines to excessive. Freddy looked around furtively, gutter mind calculating the odds and the whispers that would issue forth from this place...
Razkar could see his mind whirring, and decided to give him one final nudge. Hands held up in complacence, he said lowly, "I would not add my offence to you, Mister March."
That did it. Now he had The Myrian paying homage. The crowd murmured again and Freddy gave a stately nod like one dismissing a prisoner. He failed to pull it off, naturally, but Razkar could still see it, and his sneer as the tottering Midna was let go.
"Get her out of here."
"With pleasure, Mister March."
He didn't pause nor question nor introduce himself. Strong hands gripped around Midna's like vices and she felt herself pulled along, faster than her feet could follow, tripping, stumbling, gliding through leering faces and sparkling eyes that had light but no souls, until the cold air hit her and there was a horse trough and-
"Right, female, time to wake up."
-and Razkar shoved her head into the freezing water.
Winnings+260gm (originally 800gm - eight-to-one odds against Razkar - minus the house's 10% betting fee, NPC Seb getting half of what's left, 100gm given to NPC Freddy to smooth over Midna's mouthing off to him)