"Well that's the price of being an elf!" She snapped at him, turning her full body to face him. She was clearly annoyed with all of the incessant questions.

Oscar blinked and stared at her. "Shouldn't yer be wearin' a funny 'at?"

"No we don't wear 'funny hats'." She extended a finger and prodded his forehead "Shouldn't you humans be raping and pillaging a village right now?" Her tone began to grow sour.

"I 'aven't raped of pillaged any villages, just nicked stuff ter eat, or buy food, right, or a knife... and yer nicked me knife." Oscar said in a hurt tone as he rubbed his forehead like the tall woman had hurt him.

Juniper sighed and turned away from the boy and headed back to the ship, fuming silently. Most of the sailors paid her no mind however several were drunk enough to catcall her.

"Aintcha gonna give us me knife back?" Oscar demanded.

In reply to Lek Gerthrim (msg # 68):

Sileas tried to give him a reassuring smile. She herself had never been to Portside without her parents or Larrigan.  There had been that one time, but that had before Andy.

In reply to Pickpocket Oscar (msg # 79):

Juniper sighed to herself once again. She had no idea how much trouble this kid was gonna cause her. She reached into her own bag and produced a small dagger and sheath and tossed it to the kid. This knife was much nicer than his older one."No more robberies"

In reply to Sileas (msg # 80):

"Yer should try pickin' pockets ter see if yer still can do it." Questa advised Sileas.

Sileas had already proven to herself during a trip to Farthington that she couldn't pick pockets any longer. "Not today," she replied.

In reply to Juniper Alva Sparks (msg # 81):

Oscar admired the dagger. "Then 'ow'm I gonna eat after the bloody coins yer gave me run out?"

In reply to Sileas (msg # 83):

Questa sighed. Sileas was no fun anymore.

"Make a right here, Lek." Sileas had truthfully only been beginning to regain her confidence with Larrigan's help, and she found herself feeling much like she had during her year in hiding.

In reply to Pickpocket Oscar (msg # 84):

"Gabriel owes me a favor. Just talk to him and say I told him to help you." Juniper waved goodbye to Oscar and stepped away from the edge of the ship. Although she was glad to be rid of the pesky boy, she wished him well.

In reply to Sileas (msg # 86):

Yehudit hobbled after Sileas. The docks smelled really bad but she was not going to complain, she was not going to give Sileas an excuse to make her leave.

Multiple sailors recognized Juniper and waved her over, handing her a drink. She sipped it with  caution as she looked out over the sea. The water moved and ebbed silently as she thought about where she was.

Sileas's hands trembled until she wrapped her fingers around the hilt of one of her daggers. She hated being here on the docks, she was only here for Lek. Sileas would have much preferred being in the market. Or that Larrigan was with them. Or Wulfsen. Instead she had two knights who she didn't know, but she was certain they didn't give two figs about her or her well-being.

A sailor looked at Sileas funny. One of the knights took Wulfsen's charge to heart by throwing the man against a wall and pummeling him senseless.

At the noise, Sileas stopped walking and turned around. Her eyes widened and she glanced at Yehudit and Questa who were still behind her. Well at least one of them cared for their lord's orders.

Yehudit began whacking the sailor's shins with her walking stick. He must have done something to deserve it.

"Don't break your walking stick, Yehudit!" Sileas called.

"I can get a new one!" Yehudit shouted.

A couple of the sailor's crew mates were beginning to take exception to their friend being beat up and began to move in to interfere.

"Lek! Hold up!" Sileas pulled her bow and notched her arrow. "If you don't want to be meeting your maker today, you'll be backing off about now," she demanded of the approaching sailors.
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Juniper could hear ruckus on the docks below and walked over to the edge of the ship to see a few soldiers fighting with some strangers. She watched intently, waiting to jump in at a moments notice.

"He's beatin' the tar out of me mate, Funny Eye Jake!" One of the sailors objected.