Re: Chapter #2b: Pisca and the Fatman
The gnome sauntered into the Fatman's Feedbag. In all of Sandpoint a more wretched hive of scum and villainy was not to be found. She released the two half doors and heard them *flap*flap*flap* closed behind her. Hooking one thumb into her belt, she tipped back the big hummie hat with the other and moseyed across the floor. In her ears was the quiet jingle of her spurs. Pisca, the Mysterious Stranger, ignored the looks from the lanky dark-haired man in the corner and made her way to a stool at the bar where she climbed to a seat ... to a stand upon the seat, and turned back to lean against the bar facing the greater room in general.
"Ah heard we had ourselves a goblin attack, Boys," the gnome drawled in an outrageous and distinctly alien accent. "Good to see y'all came through without too much harm. We had some deaths, yes sir." Here she straightened and removed her hat, holding it in front of her as a sign of respect. "Women and children as well as men and dogs. Whole town's a grievin'."
"Well, I was standing there amid the blood and the death," the gnome's mouth tightens into a grim line, and though she addresses the room, she seems to examine her hat, "I was standing there amid the blood and death, and I thought, 'Pisca Neep Freemish,' is what I thought to myself, 'you've got some friends down on the docks, at the Fatman's Feedbag." And though the gnome raised her head, her look did not go to Jubrayl Vhiski, but continued to take in the entire room. "Best go see that no one got their throat cut by a dogslicer, or hamstrung, or gutted by a horsechopper. That's what I thought.'"
"Well, it's good to see that y'all are fine and things are business as usual. That's all I wanted to say." She replaced the hat on her head and leapt to the floor, landing with a thump and the jangle of imaginary spurs. Just as slowly and casually as she'd come, the gnome sauntered back to the door, where she turned back to the room. She made eye contact with two or three of the most dangerous looking thugs in the immediate vicinity and raised a hand to tip the brim of her hat in a sign of departure.