Chapter #7k: Vhiski Sour (Pisca)
Before Pisca knew it she was on Salmon Street on the doorstep of the Fatman’s Feedbag. A Sczarni tough that Pisca recognized from a previous job was leaning against the wall to one side of the door, chewing a toothpick, flipping a shiny coin in the air, and whistling to himself. When he saw Pisca, he caught the coin and stopped whistling.
Aside from that, he made no move to stop her from entering the Feedbag. He just gave her a curt nod, jerking his head towards the door almost as if she were expected.
But the gnome nearly didn’t make it into the establishment at all; she had to dodge aside as she was almost bowled over by a couple of men who came bursting out of the tavern, trading blows and insults in equal measure. The Sczarni tough, Nunio she thought his name was, didn’t move to intercede. He just gave her a wink and watched the fight with interest, continuing to chew his toothpick.
After ensuring that no more brawlers were on their way out into the street, Pisca entered the tavern. As always, Fatman’s smelled of smoke, cheap alcohol, and unwashed bodies. The din of conversation seemed undiminished by the recent fight; fisticuffs were a regular occurrence, and no one who wasn’t involved paid them much attention other than to keep well clear.
Drunken brawlers weren’t known for either their accuracy or their concern for bystanders.
As Pisca made her way towards the bar, she saw Jubrayl Vhiski sitting at his normal table, accompanied, as always, by a stunning and scantily-dressed woman. The Sczarni gave her a long-suffering look, then motioned her towards his table, granting her an audience.
“Pisca,” he said, examining his nails. “To what do we owe this dubious pleasure? I have to say that I was not expecting you. I hear you hauled off and hit Ven Vinder.” He looked up, shaking his head. “That was not, how do they say, well-planned? I expected the Guard to be picking up pieces of poor little Pisca from Tower Street well into the morning. You are very lucky he spared you."
He nodded at her. "But you seem to be lucky in that way, do you not? Be wary, little Pisca. No one can doubt your bravery, but there is a fine line between valor and vanity. You cannot count on your small stature to save you from retribution every time.”
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 15:37, Tue 12 Aug 2014.