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First on Reevan's Story: Sold to the Circus

Previously on Reevan the Jester story:

The low elves laughed at their own jokes. They had been drinking, and drinking much, which wasn't ideal if you where to stand in guard for some of the crime bosses of the Elferie, the Elf quarters of Aelfdreim... but it wasn't like with the army or the city watch, where drinking could get you whipped or flayed, and sleeping on watch could be mean death. And most people had came to learn to fear the LLelch, the elven gangs that controlled not only the elferie, but beyond.

"...and you know what the bastard dared to ask?"

"What?"

"If I was a half elf."

"The nerve of some people. And what did you do?"

"I told him, that I was three quarters elf, but even with a missing arm I could beat his ass."

It wasn't a funny joke, but alcohol laughed for them.

That was when they saw passing by the street a Loranor cat-woman... followed by a jester, with the jingle of her bells and her coloured outfit. Over her shoulder, tied in a sack, kicking and cursing, was two little legs.

The low elf guards looked surprised, recognising the "delicate language" of Sprig, one of the petty cutpurses of the Elferie.

"What's happening there?" asked one of the thugs of the LLelch.

"Nothing suspicious going on here, no sir!" reasured the Jester, as she hurried along the street.

The low elves looked at each other.

"Shouldn't we do something about that?"

"They are girls of the Andlielle Brothers Circus. Whatever Sprig did, they can sort it out. And if not, it isn't like we wouldn't be able to figure out where they went. I'm not leaving my post for that brat and then get in troubles for that."

"Wouldn't we get in troubles, if somebody simply grabs one of the cutpurses of the guild?"

"The Andlielle Brothers are with us. Don't worry and look sharp."

Living a violent life, leaves it's marks, as the case of these low elves.

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First on Reevan's Story: Sold to the Circus

Previously on Reevan the Jester story:

The low elves laughed at their own jokes. They had been drinking, and drinking much, which wasn't ideal if you where to stand in guard for some of the crime bosses of the Elferie, the Elf quarters of Aelfdreim... but it wasn't like with the army or the city watch, where drinking could get you whipped or flayed, and sleeping on watch could be mean death. And most people had came to learn to fear the LLelch, the elven gangs that controlled not only the elferie, but beyond.

"...and you know what the bastard dared to ask?"

"What?"

"If I was a half elf."

"The nerve of some people. And what did you do?"

"I told him, that I was three quarters elf, but even with a missing arm I could beat his ass."

It wasn't a funny joke, but alcohol laughed for them.

That was when they saw passing by the street a Loranor cat-woman... followed by a jester, with the jingle of her bells and her coloured outfit. Over her shoulder, tied in a sack, kicking and cursing, was two little legs.

The low elf guards looked surprised, recognising the "delicate language" of Sprig, one of the petty cutpurses of the Elferie.

"What's happening there?" asked one of the thugs of the LLelch.

"Nothing suspicious going on here, no sir!" reasured the Jester, as she hurried along the street.

The low elves looked at each other.

"Shouldn't we do something about that?"

"They are girls of the Andlielle Brothers Circus. Whatever Sprig did, they can sort it out. And if not, it isn't like we wouldn't be able to figure out where they went. I'm not leaving my post for that brat and then get in troubles for that."

"Wouldn't we get in troubles, if somebody simply grabs one of the cutpurses of the guild?"

"The Andlielle Brothers are with us. Don't worry and look sharp."

Living a violent life, leaves it's marks, as the case of these low elves.

Next on Reevan the Jester:

--

(some pieces to be done to reach this!)

Mature Content