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Dec. 6th, 2015 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morethanpropsAs Moist watched the teller count out his money, he heard the awful sound of a tightly wound crossbow, "This is a bank robbery, everyone stay calm and give us your valuables and won't be any problems."
He turned, putting his hands up with a nervous glance at the teller, a respectable looking human woman who seemed to be questioning her choice of profession. The robbers seemed to be from the mountains as the troll holding the crossbow had lichen on him, the brains seemed to be a dwarf as a human with the paranoid glances of someone from Uberwald paced with a sword and the bags.
Most of the patrons complied easily, Quirm wasn't used to a great deal of crime and their politeness wasn't serving them well. It was one reason, Moist liked Quirm, ladies and gentlemen don't go around telling people that they gave money to someone who's not around anymore.
A young couple who had been sitting at the manager's desk kept trading looks, both women were both dressed in their best but the posture of one of them betrayed time in some militia. He sent a few prayers up to whichever gods were listening, with this crowd, his prayers would join the rest and it couldn't hurt.
All he wanted was no heroics, those ended up written down places. The pacing human reached the couple and then a worrying crack as an umbrella met the sword. Everyone ducked as the crossbow swung over and then as the troll worked to catch up and the dwarf shouted and cursed before the other woman kicked him in the head and someone tripped the troll. The crossbow bolt embedded itself next to Moist, taking part of his sleeve with it and he sighed and pretended to faint as someone let out a powerful scream. He wasn't the only one to go over, but it would buy him some time when the guards showed up.
With his eyes closed, he leaned artistically against the counter as the robbers were trussed up in a businesslike way by the couple. By the time the guards arrived, it was almost all sorted out and he began to wake up when he turned white as an Igor swam into view offering him something to drink. He blustered and refused it as all the guards of Quirm seemed to be arriving.
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Hours later of questions and pitying looks, he was sipping at some awful tea as a polite constable wrote the little he had to say, "Truly, I didn't see anything just the bolt heading my way and I'm afraid I went down. Mother would be so disappointed in me. She wanted me to come to the city to be a man and now, this. My name won't come out, will it?"
"Oh no, Mister Price, your name won't be mentioned. I just need your name for my report," The constable smiled at him and Moist nodded in return.
"You've got everything that happened right there."
"Yes, we do and once you sign it, you can be on your way," A pen was handed to him and he signed his current alias before getting up, still seeming a little shaky.
One of the heroic women pounded on his arm as he went by, "Don't look glum, not everyone's made for battle."
"Thank you, thank you, I'm not and you were so brave," He leaned to fawn at her and that made her back up giving him a chance to move out of the way.
As he left, he heard himself being discussed as that poor man, did you see how white he went? He'd have to leave town or else he'd be getting sympathy callers for the next few days.
He turned, putting his hands up with a nervous glance at the teller, a respectable looking human woman who seemed to be questioning her choice of profession. The robbers seemed to be from the mountains as the troll holding the crossbow had lichen on him, the brains seemed to be a dwarf as a human with the paranoid glances of someone from Uberwald paced with a sword and the bags.
Most of the patrons complied easily, Quirm wasn't used to a great deal of crime and their politeness wasn't serving them well. It was one reason, Moist liked Quirm, ladies and gentlemen don't go around telling people that they gave money to someone who's not around anymore.
A young couple who had been sitting at the manager's desk kept trading looks, both women were both dressed in their best but the posture of one of them betrayed time in some militia. He sent a few prayers up to whichever gods were listening, with this crowd, his prayers would join the rest and it couldn't hurt.
All he wanted was no heroics, those ended up written down places. The pacing human reached the couple and then a worrying crack as an umbrella met the sword. Everyone ducked as the crossbow swung over and then as the troll worked to catch up and the dwarf shouted and cursed before the other woman kicked him in the head and someone tripped the troll. The crossbow bolt embedded itself next to Moist, taking part of his sleeve with it and he sighed and pretended to faint as someone let out a powerful scream. He wasn't the only one to go over, but it would buy him some time when the guards showed up.
With his eyes closed, he leaned artistically against the counter as the robbers were trussed up in a businesslike way by the couple. By the time the guards arrived, it was almost all sorted out and he began to wake up when he turned white as an Igor swam into view offering him something to drink. He blustered and refused it as all the guards of Quirm seemed to be arriving.
Hours later of questions and pitying looks, he was sipping at some awful tea as a polite constable wrote the little he had to say, "Truly, I didn't see anything just the bolt heading my way and I'm afraid I went down. Mother would be so disappointed in me. She wanted me to come to the city to be a man and now, this. My name won't come out, will it?"
"Oh no, Mister Price, your name won't be mentioned. I just need your name for my report," The constable smiled at him and Moist nodded in return.
"You've got everything that happened right there."
"Yes, we do and once you sign it, you can be on your way," A pen was handed to him and he signed his current alias before getting up, still seeming a little shaky.
One of the heroic women pounded on his arm as he went by, "Don't look glum, not everyone's made for battle."
"Thank you, thank you, I'm not and you were so brave," He leaned to fawn at her and that made her back up giving him a chance to move out of the way.
As he left, he heard himself being discussed as that poor man, did you see how white he went? He'd have to leave town or else he'd be getting sympathy callers for the next few days.
