The young woman shifted slightly so that she could shoulder her way through the afternoon crowd without being elbowed in the face; all these vendors were hawking their wares and making the best hustle they could out of their goods. She had to respect them for their hard work and dedication to making a full coin purse today; what she couldn’t respect them for was their lack of care towards those who were uninterested in the goods and were simply trying to get from point A to point B.
Heaving a sigh much too big for her little frame, the young woman cocked a brow at the scuffle going on just ahead of her. A bulky baker and a young beggar, sharing words; rather the baker was scolding the young’n for stealing bread from his cart while the youngster defended his position and pleaded that his Ma and Pa were near starved to death. The scene tugged her heartstrings but she had a meeting to get to! Damnation couldn’t this crowd just mo—her thoughts cut completely shy of finishing when a gloved hand gripped her elbow to lead her to the side and out of the way of the busy street.
“ Best to be careful, little’n. You’ll get lost in the crowd if you’re anything but..” The man had a smooth voice, much different than the features of his scarred face. Young Jezebel McLane could only blink in horror when she realized the man who had ahold of her was the same men that her pa preached about staying away from.
River Rats.
It was too late for her to even scream in fear, his hand closed down on the heavy coin purse at her side, ripping the thing free from it’s ties. There had been something else in his eyes, a malice that was only fueled by the close proximity to the Nachtwald. His silver blade rose and slid silently along the tender, young flesh of her throat.
Jezebel McLane, only a few years shy of marriage, collapsed to her knees with her hands to her throat where blood poured through her little fingers, there was no stopping the bleeding and no making a sound for help. She was left to fall face first into the dirty cobbles of the street’s alley; sightless eyes staring forward, face frozen in shock and death.