1x1 with Interyu

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Sevilen smiled. Honestly she could pull it off. Just muscles wouldn't be the only thing helping her. "The last of my sisters married off. So I had no reason to stay in my old village and I've always wanted to explore somewhere else. So I left for another town. This looked like a nice place. Close to the castle. Busy. More people for me to make money." She said.

[Interiu]

He nodded. "True enough, it stays busy around here. Speaking of, I've got a few things I need to finish, and I'm holding you up as well." He took a few steps toward the workshop, then looked back at her. "Feel free to pop in once you're done singing for a bit, I could use another break." He turned back and opened the door to the workshop.

[Complicated game]

Sevilen smiled. "Thank you for the company!" She called. She started singing a new song. But this one was faster then Greensleeves. She looked into the sky. Night would soon be here. Sevilen tied her cloak around her and continued to play. Not noticing a shadowy figure in the ally across from her.

[Interiu]

Zaem closed the door behind him and moved to the window, carefully opening it so he could her her playing. He had an hour or two of work left, then he could call it quits. Maybe she'd join him for a late dinner. He hadn't had company in quite a while. He stood at the window, listening to her and watching her for a moment more.

[Complicated game]

The once filled streets were now almost empty. Sevilen's song continued for a little longer before Sevilen let out a scream of terror. A loud scream from a man met hers and the sound of crashing, ripping, cracking of wood, and thunder. Sevilen was standing over the cloaked man with her hands out, blood dripping from her collarbone and her brown cloak ripped. Her stool was broken and by the mans hands along with a knife. Sevilens lute was on the streets.

[Interiu]

Zaem, having returned to his work, heard the scream from outside. He dropped the sword he was working on, letting it fall into the bucket of water with a loud hiss. He grabbed the larger of his smithing hammers, the two-hander, and kicked the door open, erupting onto the street. "What's going on?!" he roared.

[Complicated game]

Sevilen spun around to see the blacksmith. "Prohibere!" She screamed. Holding up her hand. She leaned over to the man who attacked her and felt for breath. "He's dead." She breathed.

[Interiu]

Zaem glanced around, looking for more. He didn't see anything, but even though he had what some called a sixth sense for people, he wasn't always right. After a moment, he lowered the hammer to the ground. "Are you okay?"

[Complicated game]

Sevilen seemed to swallow. "Y-yes. I'm fine. I think my neck is cut but not enough to kill." She said. She picked up her lute, "I can't stay here anylonger! I'm sorry sir. Thank you for your kindness. The money should be enough to get me to the next town." She said, picking up her hat and shoving the coins into the hollow of her lute and putting her hat on.

[Interiu]

"Now hold on a minute," Zaem exclaimed. "You're injured, and it's late. Not to mention that we don't normally have these sorts of problems in this town." He took a deep breath. "If you don't mind, ma'am, come inside. Let me take a look at that," he motioned to her neck, "and we'll fix you a nice cup of tea, and a safe place to stay for the night. In the morning, if you're still intent on going, we can discuss it then. Alright?"