Beyond the Keep - Portside
Oscar gaped at the redhaired woman.
"Wotcher want a wee one for, then? And I'm not wee." Oscar drew himself as tall as a malnourished ten-year-old could be. "I'm bloody well big."
Then someone Oscar thought he'd never see again showed up, the tall elf. Hadn't she given him some warning about stealing? "Oh hell fire -" Oscar started to curse, but the elf slumped over, and Oscar could see blood on her. "Wot 'appened ter yer, then?"