A large port city.

Several ships bob up and down in the Portside docks as sailors load and unload cargo of all shapes and sizes, talking back and forth among themselves. Juniper emerged from the lower deck of a smaller vessel with unusual red sails, taking in the warm sunlight and tossing her bag over her shoulder. Her abnormal stature draws the attention of sailors on other ships as she departs the ship and makes her way towards the town.

A raggedy urchin followed the tall woman from the docks. Folks from exotic lands came to Portside by ship, and they always carried such neat (and valuable) items. The trick was to grab their bag when they were distracted taking in the sights. The urchin was around 10, had dirty brown hair, green eyes, and a scar on his nose. His eyes were glued on the bag.

It seemed that everything about Juniper drew attention from passerby's. From her smooth and clean skin and odd height to the bow-blade strapped to her hip and dark leather armor. Though several people stared at her she paid them no mind and continued to wander away from her ship of origin and towards the center of a market, hoping to find herself a meal.

The boy climbed up a small crate onto a tall barrel. He leaped and latched onto the tall woman's bag.
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Juniper stumbles due to the shift in weight and throws her hands back to grab the would be thief."Mother of Vendi!" She shouts as the fights for her bag.

The boy held tighter to the bag and drew a small rusty knife, it looked more like a tetanus risk than a bleeding risk. "Let go! Oi! Give us the bag or I'll stick yer! Honest guv!"

"Stuff it!" Juniper crouched as low as she could and leaped into the air,falling hard onto her back and knocking the wind out of the both of them.

If the boy had eaten in the past three days he might have thrown up. Instead all he could do was lay there and gasp for breath, waiting for death to come in the form of a tall mark. He dropped his knife but was no longer thinking about it, his eyes bugged out.
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Juniper quickly sprung to her feet and snatched the boy up into the air in one swift motion, letting her bag lay in the dust as she locked eyes with the young-ling. By now a small crowd of onlookers had began to form and surrounded the two. She held Oscar several feet higher than he must have been used to by one of his arms and spoke "Give me a reason not to toss you into the nearest well" She panted

"They'll 'ang yer for dirtyin' the water! Oi!" Oscar gasped, squirming to get loose. "Let me go!"
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Juniper cocks her arm back into a fist and tightens her grip in the boys clothing"Oh really? Not for the murder of someones kid?"

"Me muvver don't care if I'm bloody well alive or dead, she wanted Mike and Mike didn't want me so she told me ter go. I'm just a streetkid, right, the guard would be glad if there were just one less streetkid. But evry geezer 'as ter drink." Oscar cringed away from her fist.

Juniper squinted at the young boy for a moment, contemplating beating the boy in front of the towns inhabitants for a short moment before letting her hand fall to her side and sighing."If you try to take my things again the guards'll need a mop to pick you up" She let the boy fall to his feet and bent to retrieve her bag, snatching the boys knife too"And get a real knife. No ones gonna give their money to a midget with a rusty spoon"

"It's not a spoon, it's a knife! Right! And I'm tall for me age." Oscar drew himself as tall as he could, rising slightly on his bare toes. At that height he could be considered tall for a malnourished ten year old. He wanted his knife back.

"Sure thing shortstack"She chuckled to herself and stashed the knife inside a pocket on her shoulder and began to continue towards the market, pushing through the disappointed crowd and waving goodbye to the young boy.

Oscar gritted his teeth. Not only did he not get the bag, she took his knife. He was already hungry, and getting hungrier. Sighing sadly, the boy headed for the marketplace hoping to find something edible that wasn't watched too closely.

Juniper browsed the market for a a while before finding a stand that sold fresh fruit and bought herself a few of each. Most of the markets patrons were in awe of Junipers unusual clothing and items. She took her new found prizes and retreated from the public eye, sitting down by the road out of town under a nice tree and began to eat.

"Stop! Thief!"

The ragged urchin charged out of the market with a large lumpy potato clutched in a grubby fist with two guards hard on his heels.

"Stop the brat!" One of the guards panted.

By the time Oscar had managed to get in trouble again juniper had already finished an entire orange and was about to begin on a banana when she heard the guards shouting. She sighed and dropped her lunch, knowing full well what had caused the ruckus. Juniper saw the little scamp running towards her and in one movement she scooped him up and held him by the collar once more, holding him at arms length.

"Let me go! Struth! Let me go!" Oscar flailed his skinny legs and beat on the tall woman's arm with the potato in a panic.

One of the guards caught up, the second had fallen behind and was holding his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Give the brat to me." The still upright guard said, his own face was red and coated in sweat.

This was the second time today that this kid had caused her trouble and Juniper had had enough. However she knew if she handed the kid over that his fate would be far from pleasant."He's mine" She replied, still holding the boy.

Oscar's eyes widened. Was she going to crush him again? He stopped kicking.

"If you own him you owe considerable fines. The brat's ours." The first guard said. "He's been a pox on Portside for years, robbing the market, cutting purses and stealing luggage from guests to our city. We have to take the thief in."

The second guard was still several paces away, breathing heavily. "Joshy," He called to the first guard. "Before you start, I call dibs on breaking his hands." The second guard waved his billy club.