Ugly Inc : Chapter 3 : Den Upon the Sand : Part 2
Ash pulled up a chair and waited for the ales to be served. It’s a story you’re after, then I’ve got one to tell you. A few years ago, shortly after these two joined me in the lovely confines of Pent-In. Well, one day this one (indicting Kray) was hobbling around on account of Buto, aka the big blue meanie, had kicked the stuffing out of him the day before, an’ I was hobblin’ around on account of Buto had subsequently kicked the stuffin’ out of me, an’ Crow here was hobblin’ around on account of that’s just how she walks with those talons of hers. Sharp as the dickens, those.
Outta nowhere one of those white-shirted wardens at the orphanage walked over and started hasslin’ Kray, callin’ him the little Tengu twirp, or maybe I called him that, but anyway he was gettin’ after the little guy, and if you think Kray’s slight now, well, he’s not particularly slight compared to you, my fine elf friend, but he was practically a baby doll in those days. Anyway, Crow gave me a little sign, so I stood up, I was much smaller then, but still could look that mug in the face and I start givin’ him some lip of my own. Meanwhile, Crow slips around and nabs the fool’s keys.
Later that night, we let ourselves into a stash of some kind of moonshine the staff kept locked up. Oh, that was a night. We ended up sneaking through the Commons, quiet as mice we thought. Well, apparently drunken mice are not particularly quiet. Needless to say we each spent a few nights in the Caves for that one. But oh the look on that guy’s face when Crow handed him back his keys easy as you please. “Thanks for the loan, pal” or something like that. Now those were NOT the proverbial days, but we did have fun.