Trouble (Open to anyone)

[tariku]

Swarms of people, all laughing, talking, arguing, just being the numerous buyers and sellers of the Market. Mothers, tied to their children, talked with fruit sellers, arguing that some of their products were rotten. Groups of farmers, blacksmiths, and husbands with their friends, were making their way to the nearest Tavern for a couple of pints before they went back to their families, fields, and forges. Everyone seemed to be very comfortable with everyone else, not afraid of any of them. Until.................

Tariku hated the Market with all its loud people. She walked through the crowds, a tall silent girl in a short-sleeved, tan dress, dark boots, and a large, white piece of cloth wrapped around her hair, though it sagged, threatening to reveal her bright red tresses. If there was another way to get this herb, she would have done that faster than blinking. But, she couldn't. Aunt Kanala said that this one herb, thisle brush, was an herb that was too far away to pick. It was used for closing, cleansing, and healing wounds of many types. But it was perfect for a curing soup for a weakening man. Kundun was sick, had been sick for 4 years. If Aunt Kanala was right, then this herb in his soup would cure him. And if he was cured and strong enough again, she could be able to-
Someone bumped hard into her. Tariku almost fell but she kept her footing. The person she had bumped was a burly man, tall and large with a barrel chest. She had never seen him before and hopefully he never heard of her.
"Watch where ya're goin'!" He growled.
"I'm sorry, sir." She bowed her head and tried to walk pass him, but he blocked her way and grabbed her arm.
" 'old on, lovely." He leered at her. She was starting to get scared. She tried to pull away. The man began to stare at her with angry curiousity.
"What the bloody hell are you?!" He hissed at her. He raised his arm.
(Someone intrude)

[napeir]

Napeir was in the market, his feline friend could usualy be found here, at the moment he wore rugged cloths and did his best to look like a warrior. A confrontment between a large man and a woman caught his eye, the man was being rather rough. He approched the two.
" its rude to be mean to a lady sir, what did she do to start this little arguement" he asked.

[tariku]

The man turned towards the warrior, still holding Tariku with his other hand raised.
"Mind yar own business," he yelled. He grabbed her head wrap and yanked it off. She cried out in pain because he had grabbed some of her hair. She began to try to pull away from him.
"You sure are a pretty one," the man leered hungrily, pulling her roughly towards him. "Come here!"
Tariku looked at the warrior that pleaded,'Please help me.'

[napeir]

hearing the womans cries he stepped toward the man.
" My business lies where others are treated badly, and this is a place where i must interfere" he said grabing the mans arm" now let her go"

[tariku]

The burly man threw his fist at the warrior, still not releasing Tariku. She knew they all were now in trouble. She neede to do something. She grabbed the arm that held her and bit it as hard as she could. The man cried out, his rushing fist faltered.

[napeir]

The fist that had been thrown at him stoped giving him time to pull his knife out and slash it across the mans arm.
" now are you going to let this woman go" he asked

[tariku]

He did. He backed away from both of them, staring at both bloody arms. He glared at the warrior then, at Tariku.
"You little demon!! You should executed for yar little tricks!" He began to yell out to the whole Market.
"Look out! Run home!! A lying, deceiving she-demon is here to kill us all!!" Some villagers turned and stared at the warrior's knife and the redhead's dripping mouth. Tariku began to shake. She was already hated enough. She looked at the warrior and said in a shaking voice," Thank you but you must run." She tried to shove into the crowd.

[napeir]

he heard the woman but followed her.
"for one i'm not a warrior, and i've had my share of mistreatments" he said to her" i have a place to hide, follow me"
Turning toward an alley, he looked back at the woman.

[tariku]

Tariku stared, this was the first time she had offered her help. It was overwhelming but she had to think fast. she followed him, constantly looking behind her.

[napeir]

As they ran a cat had appered beside them, a black and white cat.Turning a corner he stopped and went through the door, inside was a old broken down shack, disowned by the user of it napeir had made it a place to rest.
" were safe here" he said closing the door behind him.
"wash your mouth, the blood is still there" he said pointing toward a sink.

[tariku]

Tariku looked around the shack, still feeling jumpy. After listening for any angry voices outside, she slowly went to the sink, swished some water, and spat it back out, tinted pink. She stared at it for a while and sat on the floor abruptly, her fingers touching her lips before they covered her face.

[napeir]

Seeing her fall to the floor he approched her.
" are you alright" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

[tariku]

She shook her head. "Something is wrong with me........something has always been wrong with me." She looked at him and said," Your reputation is in danger................now that you helped me." She bowed her head, looking at the floor.
"Do not aspect any hospitality after this." She said all this in a expressionless voice.
" First, outsider, now, demon. What will happen now?"

[napeir]

His worry slipped away.
" what reputation, i'm a mage, in this city they shun you for it" he replied " i help those who need help, i've never cared about my apperence"
The cat that had followed them was citying on a chair, clawing at Napeirs leg.
" ok, ok. This is megilan, and i am Napeir" he told her.

[tariku]

Her head snapped up, staring. 'A Mage?!' she thought. She had heard about them, heard only stories. She began to stutter,"T-t-ta......Tariku.......I-I-I'm Tariku." Should she be scared? If so, she wasn't. She felt calm.
"I......I've never......met a Mage....before."