Scotley said:Jazick wiped his blade and slipped it back into its sheath. The fallen man's blade he leaned against the wall and snapped with his heel. There are too many blades on the street already. He expertly checks the fat stranger for valuables and rips the sodden cloak from him. He cleans the blood from the hooker's face with a gentle touch then covers her with the cloak. With a curse he turns away. Not so long ago she was a sweet innocent child playing in her mother's shop. He moves to the shadows and slips soundlessly toward the sound of the whistle wondering what strange new thing might move in his domain tonight.
It seemed that the fat man had put all his money into his cups tonight, forcing Jazick to leave empty-handed bar the man's life. The hooker would be fine, as fine as any other night she'd slept in the streets, and she was quickly left behind in the wet alley.
Through the darkness Jazick watched a halfling dressed in an expensive, dark blue suit, standing in the centre of a junction, blowing loudly on a whistle. He seemed completely unarmed, more than curious at this time of night in a neighbourhood without professional guards...