New thread for whoever's going with the well tossed.
This message was last updated by the GM at 22:29, Sat 10 Dec 2022.

(OOC: from Party B)

"Oh!  Oh my you poor child!  Come here," Beldeth said, moving over to try and wipe the dirt from the girl's face.

Waverlin blinks at Two’s broken speech, but doesn’t dare look a gift horse in the mouth.  He looks even more quizzically when he hands the little girl a whip. He follows behind the man and the girl, hoping to keep the child safer between them.

”I do sincerely appreciate your altruism, Mister…?”

He then notices Beldeth has joined their crew.

”And a pleasure to meet you too, Madam!”
This message was last edited by the player at 00:21, Sat 10 Dec 2022.

Most people thought of street people as dangerous and untrustworthy.  Flit had never found that to be the case.  Sure, there was the occasional ne'erdowell but for the most part people on the street looked after each other.  She simply had no idea how things would be in this place but so far kindness and generosity seemed universal.

"Thank you, I am Flit," the girl replies in a small but pleasant voice.  She does have a certain charm about her.

”And I’m pleased to meet you Penny…excuse me, Flit. Why did I say Penny? In any event there’s always safety in numbers! What could you have possibly done to deserve exile to these godforsaken caverns?”

Beldeth listened with interest, and no small amount of horror.  She wore faded finery - a nice blue dress that had seen better days.  It's owner showed signs of faded pedigree as well; fingers that were chafing at sudden hard work and dark circles under her eyes.

"I steal stuff," Flit replies.  She is not one to hide from the truth nor minimize what she is or does.