The Job
You've been drinking alone all day, or at least what constitutes a day for you - late afternoon 'til now, just after sunset. It'd be a heavy day for most, but for you it's a little light. The booze isn't cutting it today. Just great! You're either going to have to find something harder or something productive to do. The odds are stacked in favor of something harder. You aren't going to find either in The Wharfman, so you pay your tab and stumble out into the night.
A cool wind blows off the river and ruffles your hair back. You stop and pose for a moment. Wind in your hair is a good look for you according to your ego and an audience of zero. It's fall, not that you care. You don't have crops to harvest. Grift doesn't have an off-season.
You ponder your options. There's Greasy Al's. You've still got some silver. Maybe you'd get lucky and turn 50 into 500. Do you feel lucky? You could score something at Al's off Uldis Crisbill, or tussle with a hard case. Drinking is right out of the question, a complete waste of time there. There's an opium den in Wagontown you haven't been to in ages. It's a bit of a hike, but the night is early and both of your feet are in working order. Macklemore might even have a job for you. His girls are always getting in some sort of trouble. But you shouldn't have to go halfway across The Rocks to find work. This is Edge. This is where the action is. Crenellated John always has leads, but he'll send you all over New Brittany. You're a homebody. You don't like to cross the river. You can talk to you old buddy Alejandro. They're calling him Captain these days. He's just as likely to hook you up with a Constable or Thieves' Guild job as he is to slip you something out of the evidence locker.
With your head full of all the wonderful paths your life has set before you the unexpected happens. A pretty girl you've never seen before with curly black hair and light blue eyes that match her sweater runs squarely into your chest. You know how you didn't see her. Your mind was a world away, and all those drinks probably didn't help either. The world instantly snaps into focus. You know why she didn't see you. She's running from someone in a panic.
"Sorry!" she calls back to you as she resumes her flight. You get a better look at her face this time. She's scared now, but you think she smiles most of the time.
You'd love to just stand there and watch the back side of her feminine form, hips, long skirt, and hair swishing as she retreats into the night, but your instincts whip your head around to see who or what she's running from. A pair of cheap thugs, Badger and Holster, both Guild and both work for a shylock you owe. A lot. Right now you're paid up enough that nobody's itching to send you a message, so Badger and Holster are harshing someone else's night for a change.
It was said earlier that this event was unexpected, but not because of the girl, or the thugs, or the chase. This is Edge. These things happen. The unexpected thing was what the girl dropped when she ran into you. A book.