Hardened Hearts (Baruzur's Story)
With one last glare and growl, at the merchant, just for effect, the Half Orc locked his eyes on the waif. Without warning, Baruzur scooped up the little girl, and sat her on his shoulders, with her legs held for support. The Basher of the Guild walked on down the street, like nothing was odd about the odd spectacle they both presented to casual passersby.
He stopped at a street corner vendor, and with a few coins from his purse, bought a brace of meat pies, and offered one up to his passenger. As they walked along, Baruzur had a smile upon his lips.
“Little one, ye should nay try and rob folks. Ye nay be part o’ the guild, for one thing. And ye av nay training for another thing. Just stay in the market with your alms bowl, and leave it at that.”
They had this same conversation more than once, in their brief association. But the child had the will of a Dragon, and a stubborn streak worthy of a Dwarf. No matter how many times , had offered to get her into an apprenticeship with a Weaver friend of his, she had flatly refused.
Fiona claimed, she was a creature of the streets, and wanted to someday be a great thief, like her hero, Melaka the Dark. A Master Thief, and the rumored leader of the breakaway faction. It was said of Melaka, her heart was as dark as her raven tresses.