Public examples. A dark element within this city, meant to keep the populous under check. To those who lived inside of it, it was the norm, however, those outside were often confused by the cutthroat nature of everything. They were sad times, even when working for those struggling under the net casted upon them, but there was very little she could honestly do. It was rough, but it was something done for so long, that it would require an entire revolution to overturn. However, since this was a market city, such a civil war could ruin its reputation and deals, thus burying it in debt once more, either causing things to repeat, or the city's end. The slim hope of a real chance was hard to see.
However, by the time, the public demonstration passed by, it seemd another was called out, catching the ears of the Jesgil. Moving with the crowd to see, she saw a young girl accused of thievery, most likely being the fruit in her hand. Her eyes, while seemingly rich in the color of blood, shone a sense of innocence. She was simply an outsider drawn to the demonstration that placed her in the terrible predicament.
"There, you are, Mistress," the Draconian stated, stepping out of the crowd and into the circle, heading over to the pale woman. "How many times must you dart into areas like these without me to keep an eye on you? Your father would have my neck if I reported you lost." Turning over to the shop owner, she gave him a bow, telling, "Please forgive the young mistress, she meant no harm."
"Harm?!" the shop keeper questioned, raising an eyebrow at her before pointing at the fruit in her hand. "She was trying to get away with my merchandise! How do you not call that harm?!"
"Simple," he replied, reaching into her apron to pull out a coin bag. "I am in charge of handling the money. She was simply looking for me to see if we had enough for it. However, it seems the young mistress got so excited she forgot to return it. A simple misunderstanding. Now then, how much for the fruit?"
The owner mulled over her response, staring down the sweet smile the maid was offering him. "Normally, one of them would have been five silver," he lied, knowing the price was much cheaper. He had his hands in the negotiation, considering the situation. "However, if you add in an extra ten, I will mull this over as a simple mistake." It was that, or send her over to the guards to lose her fingers.
"Of course," she said, digging into the bag and paying the fifteen silver for the fruit that would have costed two at most.
Skimming over the coin to make sure it was counted right, he shoved the girl's arms out of her hands. "It seemed we had a simple misunderstanding. Nothing to be seen here," he stated, mainly to the guards who were readying their bindings. However, with the conflict being ended peacefully, the crowd started to dissipate.
"Now then, what do I tell your father?" she played, giving a last wink at the end, as if to hint to play along.
