This place was ridiculous. I could barely step out of the kitchen before there were men grabbing at me and the food and ale I carried, before having to dodge as one drunken man tackled another and began to pound his fist into the other's face. I slid past one lech's questing hands, spitting at his feet as I did so (he was too drunk to notice) and stormed over to one of the tables to deliver the food. A few feet away, a woman slapped a man hard across the face; the action was met with raucous laughter as she stalked away to order, leaving the man rubbing his face and looking shocked. I barely even paid attention, though I certainly looked up when I heard a shriek from one of the other tavern wenches.
I hurried over to the girl, a budding whore by the name of Elin, who was pale as a sheet and gasping for breath. She was one of the meeker ones, and through reasons of self-interest, I'd found myself "adopting" her and a few of the other girls. They looked up to me like a big sister, and I had no problem splitting a few skulls with my quarterstaff. "Wha' happen'd?" I demanded, sliding an arm around the taller, if younger, girl's waist and pulling her close protectively.
"He--he--tha' fella in the corner--he killed two men!"
Obviously Elin was new to the whole whoring business. Most of the whores I knew--hell, most of the women I knew--were subjected to death on a regular basis. Still, having clients murdered wasn't going to look good for the inn, and if the inn suffered, I didn't get my pay--if I didn't get my pay, I didn't eat, and I was rather fond of having my hunger sated. "Go wash yer face, luv, an' sit down fer a while, hmm?" I suggested, smoothing her hair affectionately and gently propelling her in the direction of the door that led to the whores' quarters.
As soon as she was gone, I turned to look where she'd been staring... and saw that friendly face I'd been longing for for so long.
"Valin!" I cried, and the relief in my voice was so strong it was embarrassing. I clapped one hand over my mouth, but the tipsy elf had already heard me, and looked up.
"Finn! Keep your voice down!" he hissed, beckoning me closer.
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